Runaway Daydreamin Poem by Scott J. Shepard

Its said a man's home is his castle,
but this medieval bindle feels stale
across the railroad tracks;

somewhere on the Soo Line
in nowheres' Wisconsin, North Dakota, whatever
my mind, overloaded and packed.

I've been waiting for the brakeman and the steam whistle
to take me out of this godforsaken town.

Cause God knows this castle isn't Cinderella's
there's no Mickey Mouse waiting at the gate
not a romance under the stage light
better never than late.

I'm gonna grow up to be a freight hopper
I'll pray to mosquitoes this time I don't crash.
Find me some boxcar kingdom,
some pretty piece of railway trash