Train Of Thought (2008) Poem by David Joel Rodriguez

There I was again taking my precious time
Here I go again ranting time with a rhyme
It's a nice calm day, somewhat partly cloudy
Kicking rocks, hands in my pocket, thinking
Now, what was the name of that street?
Was there someone I was going to meet?
I really like to take my time alone though
No interruptions, glad I'm without a phone
These days, it is hard to get around
Yet, I walk alone and try not to be found
Thinking to myself always helps me to relax
Wander off in my mind, in the middle of the tracks
Though, where does the time go when I write?
One moment it's day, then thoughts turn to night
Where does the time go when you really think?
One moment in space clouds, then, the train hits...


Comments:
...maybe the end should be, 'One moment in space clouds, then back in a blink.' hmm... nah! I disagree. Tell it like it is. Maybe the title should be 'Train-in Thought.'