From a Pebble Thrown

Take me on the ghost train

20P and there you are

Scary in the tunnel night

White knuckle fingers on the safety bar

Which way to blue skies?

Phantoms pop from cupboard doors

Mocking, manic laughter shrieks

Dark promises of blood and gore

Interventions at every turn

Opportunities thrown wide and far

Journeys I might never take

TomTom thinks he knows just where we are

Ripples from a pebble thrown make tsunami on a foreign shore

I would slip right off this high-rise hell

But the elevator stops at every floor

Twelve, going on sixteen

Such a rush to grow old and wise

Endless possibilities

Follow, soaring where the eagle flies

Which way to blue skies?

Mummy said don't go out alone

I hear bad name-calling, derisory

So, choose direction, and turn the stone