The train spirals through the desolate canyon,
The passengers eagerly awaiting an arrival,
Of thoughts, ideas, of perspectives maybe,
White hats and black ones eternally in a cycle.
I care not for this destination,
For I’m in a vivid dream,
And she’s with me.
I gaze into her eyes,
And a fiery spirit gazes back,
Of deep compassion and deeper truths,
And a scorching desire to be free.
I smile at her and she smiles back,
I search her soul,
For only she can make me whole,
But she probably lost the appetite for love,
When she tumbled down that rabbit hole.