Ancient train tracks conquered
by a forest of sunshine
How could peace be so close to the road?
With cars whizzing by without a
thought of the paradise that lies beyond...
How can I leave this place where
thoughts don't exist?
In this strange new world ,I could
follow these tracks to the end of the horizon
take off my shoes and become
apart of this soil that my
ancestors once walked on
I could live here,like an Indian and sleep

under the stars,read the constellations

and hide from all the cars...