Have you ever wondered were railroad tracks go?
Have you ever wondered if they ever end?
Have you ever wondered how many deaths have happened on them?
Have you ever wondered how long they have been around for?
I have.
I always wonder.
I always want to walk them,
and see where I go,
and what will happen along the trip.
Maybe I'll see a bone or two.
Maybe some blood as well.
Maybe I'll find an ending for the trail.
Just maybe,
I'll find myself along the way.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
To walk the line and find yourself. A great poem. May i invite you to read my new poem called, Drug Fueled.