Lumbering Aspirations And Steel-Driven Dreams - Poem by Nic Custer
Have you ever followed
the old railroad tracks
and noticed they
are for someone else's trip?
Those antiquated one-way paths
laid for other trains
long before they ever
touched your wheels.
Narrow lifestyle restraints that lead
generations of freight trains
full of lumbering aspirations
and steel driven dreams
from one stop to the next.
Keeping you from barreling onto
new ground because you're always pushed
to pull another man's hopes.
Burning away your coal-fed days
and gaining only soot stains and
aerosol tattoos to show
you made the haul.
And if you ever follow those tracks
to the end of the line,
you'll see rusted remnants where
others turned back and the tracks ran out.
You'll see the only
chance to derail your way from
a life not yours,
to finally haul those dreams
that were much too long deferred.
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