My Train Of Thoughts

In the shadow of my doubt,

this life is dust on naked walls

in the ruins of defeat.

The spotlights fade,

there's a clown without a crowd.

His sorrow smiles relentlessly.

Welcome winter bittersweet

of final fall.



My train of thoughts

keep on hauling me over a low again.

Easy to see for a someone

whose soul can bleed.



Who am I to overrule

believers at the wonder wall?

Some illusions come undone

and violently.



My train of thoughts

keep on hauling me over a low again.

Easy to see for a someone

whose soul can bleed.



So far astray

when all comes to all.

You'll never be satisfied.

You might as well let go.