All thoughts clear as a day
Foggy and soon faded away
In the dusk of thought
I found the dawn of blurr
And all I caught
Was a feeling undone.

A file in my archives
Closed.

A case of mindwalking
Trash talking, thought stalking
I never followed through.
For not the first time
I wish I was domestic
In Alphabetical Order
File by file - all cleaned
Scanned for viruses
Therefor unable to cause disease
But no matter how hard I try
The question of ‘why’,
I can never escape,
Always sneak its way back
To throw me off track
Onto the rail
Next to the ‘Danger!’ sign
Where the train of ruins
In full speed runs me over
WACK! ... a collision of death,
Then and there I died

[over and over]

On the inside
Desperately avoiding confrontation
With the answers at the trainstation.