A broken mirror, a ticking clock,
An off-center piece, a crippled walk,
A hopeful man and boy who fought
For passage on the Train of Thought.
It bridges paths across this realm
Of swirling dreams, afraid they fell
Plunging into madness, climbing out
Wondering what they had just fought about.
The mind forgives, the mind forgets,
But all the Heart does is relent
And tries to sway Mind of its taut,
Disrupt, derail, the Train of Thought.
But the Train runs on no tracks
It makes its own as it moves back
And forwards too, and to the sides,
This Train deceives a mortal Eye.
And no mortal Eye shall gaze upon
The Train, for the Eye’s gaze is drawn
By rumors, whispers of the Heart
Which bathes Eye in light, seeing dark.
But despite the evil Heart’s ill will
The Train forges on, continuing till
The Mind gives up and the Heart takes reins,
Boiling your blood while the Mind goes tame.
And now set aside, the Train creaks and cracks,
No destination, it can’t go back,
So the man and boy got off the train
To seek the Heart, the pretty pain.