chained to this sorry destiny,
what I'd give for a kink in the track,
something to vault this train over me,
a way to set everything back,
set everything back
a lifetime or two;
back to when life was still spooled,
not colored black and blue;
when I was too young to be fooled,
when I hadn't yet ruined you.
so now you just take the rest of me:
it was years ago, I know;
you laughed, you took the best of me:
what I would give now,
to yet live somehow,
unchained from this speeding train.
February 16, 2009.
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