stepped out onto the platform.
tracks were laid down many years ago.
pieces of pieces that are present when we're born.
on the back of a transcontinental, our drift seems slow.

coal in my baggage, hoping to grow a lung
a song that will choke the mine out of yours
ringing through, the dynamite sound was sung
opportunity was given way to young

approaching my disheveleved self,
a train of thought never before traveled.
purchasing tickets now is like covering your mouth after a sneeze
courtesy has already appeared on your neighbors sleeve.

i said "please, there is a gift in my bag...
not for you sir, but for the pursuit of innovation.
it was bought not bearing a tag,
only a promise that not another soul will be left alone in a station."
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i suppose there's a chance
i'm just a litte too shallow to consider
that maybe i've been a little more eager
each day to wake up and take a shower
brush my teeth and smile for the mirror
I enjoyed this a heck of a lot more than your last one. I might come back and do some nitpicking, but i doubt it. Solid entertaining writing as usual. sorry for crappy crit