All was certain, the tracks determined
each and every day
Cold steel certainty dictated
all thoughts and machinations
complacent
Will the unfeeling rails define us?
Will the force-fed rout devide us?

I stand, a locomotive, raging off the track
teetering engine building steam
throwing all your notions back
to the overbearing brother providing
lies steeped in half truths
deceptive

Shall we dance amongst the littered wreck
of boxcars toppled over?
This free thinking deemed chaotic by compliant passengers
begging for margins to live in.

~our brakes never screeched
as the truth we beseeched is doled out so reluctant
I stand, an illuminating conductor, ready to delve
outside the railroad ties
seeking new horizons for crashsites