Jump the Track
Another day
won’t matter
Meeting by chance
doesn’t prove anything
Leave it to destiny
leave it to caution
Tossed in the air
caught by an up draft
Pushed to the limit
tumbling in harms way
…good fortune, good fortune
haphazard on occasion
Fate, less of an option
...train jumps the track ~
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Sailing Without The Wind
A million questions float in the air
and I’ll never wait long enough
to hear the answers
because there is a time
and place for every breath
I’m at a cross road
sailing without the wind...
© 2009 Trilby Yates
