Wandering Train of Choices

Steam curls are from a platform Green ticket in my pocket but the ink's gone

faint the timetable flaps like a restless wing Whispering choices I

never quite paint I'm standing between two diverging rails Both humming futures I can translate

One feels like promise One feels like doubt Both pull my shadow through the

gate Every signal light flickers warnings but none of them spell my

name the conductor shrugs beneath his caps as every rider board's the

to the rhythm of an onshore line where the engines don't lullabies

I'm chasing a path I can't define through cities built on alibis