I sometimes decelerate moving down the track
My foggy path giving no slack
And the weather is dingy and unforgiving
Slowly, I progress
Unaware
Time is lost
I forget the goals
Still slowly, I move
Just me and my guide
I’ve been good and carried my loads
From day to day to and fro

And as if a nova answered my wish
I feel the moistness of wisdom’s kiss!!!

My fire is flaming, no secret missed
These new coals stoking my chamber
I speed into an enlightening day
My wheels on the tracks barely stay
It all makes sense, I understand
The train controls the master’s hand
How could I have lived in darkness so long?
Like a lonely jukebox with only one song
The map is in front of me
And I must go
Time is my friend
And is not moving slow
You know, my addiction
The end of the line
Wisdom burns the clouds from our minds

©2002 Mark C. Carroll