The Oncoming Train

I once told myself I could be all things to all people. In so doing, I made myself an empty space. I became exactly what I tried to avoid.

The irony is that I can see it coming on, like a train far down the tracks. It is a part of my middle-future. The foreground of the rest of my life is filled with this blankness. Beyond that? I suppose it depends on how I survive what is coming on.

I was a dreamer once upon a time, but I'm no fool. Still, it certainly appears that I will continue waiting until the last possible second before I get out of the way, I'm just not sure why.

I suppose I'll find out when the train gets here.

Monday, June 06, 2005


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