A Train to Nowhere
A train,
chugging
full
speed
ahead
with no destination in sight.
It travels through the mountains
and canyons of my mind.
Never taking the same path twice.
An endless maze
of tracks
going in every direction,
defying logic.
Passing through one thought
to the next
like a carousel
that never ends.
You want
to get
off
but it
won’t
let
you.
You’re trapped
by forces beyond your control.
A question
turns into an essay
you didn’t ask to write.
A sentence
becomes a speech
no one is listening to.
Some call it
a gift.
To talk faster
than your brain can process.
my mouth
scrambling
to catch up,
tripping
over thoughts,
choking
on words
before they ever
reach your ears.
Faster than a speeding bullet.
With a mind like a supercomputer but what good is a superpower if you can’t control it?
I’m not the captain
but a passenger.
I go
where it takes me.
Even when
I’d rather
be elsewhere.
Like a leaf in the wind.
Or a balloon
you let go of,
watching it disappear.
How do you not get
LOST
when you don’t know
where something begins or ends?
The map is unreliable,
unfinished,
without a key,
Or directions.
In each car:
thoughts,
Ideas,
memories,
and
facts.
It makes a
Pitstop
blink,
and
you’ll miss it.
Sometimes it finds its way back.
Or it vanishes
forever.
It runs on no schedule.
It shows up when it wants.
Early.
Where it wants.
Late
Or not at all
And when it shows up
the wrong things
may get off.
The only constant: it exists.
a tool.
A curse,
A relentless motion
But yours is far from normal.
A song you can hear
vividly
but can’t recall
how it goes.
A word
on the tip of your tongue,
like an ingredient
missing from a recipe
you can almost taste.
That’s my mind.
A train to nowhere.
the geography of my mind