Loosing Grip

We're loosing the grip

While carrying too much

I failed to foresee

How i'd miss that touch

What we cannot observe

Easily is misjudged within

The nature of humanity 

Unavoidable seems to me

I can't give up this seed

This dream i cannot let go

I'm bound to keep it safe

We'll see a great tree grow

Strangers in life

Lovers in dreams

The physical, the metaphysical

Inter-weaved they need to be

Or they can never be

The thought

In my mind therein lies a thought.

The thought becomes a word

The word becomes a sentence

The sentence becomes a poem

I grab pen and paper to write down this poem

But as the pen touches the paper

The poem suddenly makes no sense

The thought...has lost its meaning

And so has my innocence

Station ahead

It's been two years and change

Since i boarded this train

A sudden announcement

Awakens my Brain

Where are we? I ask

But there's no response

The people around me

Look so much like ghosts

What's the next station? I ask. 

Yet, still, no reply

I'm suddenly frightened

That it's all in my mind

Somebody answer me! Which...

"Static".......

"Attention all passengers. Station 0908 is next. We will be arriving shortly"

Control

As we begin

To seek within

Its hard to breathe

In paths unseen

As we proceed

To plant this seed

Just stop and think

And take some heed

Without control

You'll break and fall

You lose the key

You lose it all

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