Sleeper Train

The cloudy head, my legs are lead, the thinking’s overdone,

This sleeper train’s a day away, from where it once begun,

And he is a place called home.

He, is the great unknown.

And I’m ready, to go.

I let you win, translucent skin, you tip-toed in with stealth,

I just let go, of rules, I know, the ones I set myself.

And he did you hear him go?

Fleeting, as west wales snow.

But I’m ready, ready now.

I’m ready, to know.

When something, in this place,

Reveals, a hollow space.

And if doubt crosses your face,

I’m too far away, to see.

The pain is wet, too close you get; the colours only run.

And the lines will bleed on empty sheets, when all is said and done.

I’m here, as the towns fly past,

Here, as the die is cast.

I’m ready, ready now,

I’m ready, ready now.

I’m ready, ready now,

I’m ready, at last.