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Railroad Tracks

I've always wanted to walk down railroad tracks

Balanced on rusty rails

Arms outstretched

Taunting the behemoth

Hit me, hit me

 

Maybe they lead to my youth

Where mornings were warm

And the air tasted like dew

I would wear a dress just to feel the wind

whip at my skirts

 

Maybe I would lie down

In the middle, maybe

I could watch it pass over me

Or maybe I would lie across

And watch it pass under me

 

Maybe I'm just taunting god

I hear lights and see the wails of sirens

Is it dawn or dusk? I can't remember

The trees on either side reach out

I wish I could reach them

 

Hit me, hit me

I'll watch it pass from above




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