Another train speeds by
A lone figure on a shaky plank laughs
at no one in particular
A hurtling body
Voices and words, spilling egos
All rushing past.
A rock underneath trembles
as a tremor of delayed reason
tears through makeshift shelters of covert emotions
Pebbles embedded in fake, golden fetters
fall in unison
dislodged by staunch yet unfulfilled logical quakes.
Time extends sensible propositions
for ploughing through the playing fields-
now a furrowed moss of accumulated disguises
Discomfiture no longer lacing the offset
of a sudden erosion-much needed, long awaited
Mental monoliths crumble
revealing termite-eaten driftwood
as the next consignment of fake worlds shudders by.
A clamour to reach Tomorrow at speeds insane
forgetting the lush fields on either sides of Today
Nicks made by Time pinned as medals
on chests that have lost their hearts
to one who has jumped off the speeding train.