This morning seemed longer
Than all the ones before
So I went down to the station
And sat by the door
The travellers were plenty
But didn’t notice a thing
Lost in my memories
I missed the first train
And try, try, try - as I might
To count the steel wheels
I am lost, losing sight
Of how I feel, what is real?
Now the clouds are a rolling
And the good people run
Afraid for their shadows
And what’s left to come
In the rain I seek refuge
A watchman of kind
Reflections in puddles
Muddled and blind
And try, try, try - as I might
To count the steel wheels
I am lost, losing sight
Of how I feel, what is real?
I head to the steeple,
Where they sing the soul songs
And in the parking lots
All bets are wrong
I prayed for the waters
To steal me away
But the rumble of cars
Kept me at bay
And try, try, try - as I might
To count the steel wheels
I am lost, losing sight
Of how I feel, what is real?
Gambling on a ticket
That I never bought
Counting my blessings
Ending up with naught
You’re a spark in the darkness
Upon this worn and long rail
Shooting stars on the tracks
Where no one can tell
And try, try, try - as I might
To count the steel wheels
I am lost, losing sight
Of how I feel, what is real?
Copyright 7/15/2021
Beth Sutton