pondering through past pages
on a blue freight train
trudging
back wards
through a snowy fog
wake up in the rush
of a small moment
of clarity
run to its steel doors break through
and fall
till your feet find some sturdy ground
all you can do is run now
in the opposite direction
passing stranges;
objects of fiction
swimming through crowds pushing as you fight through
getting to the present
much harder than you thought
fighting against the faces and places you
you once forgot