I’m just passing by
Heading home on the slow train
I packed the clock away in my suitcase
I guess I’m calling from the road
I listened to the fiddle for mama
Leaving all the liars and clowns behind
The truth being the only shelter I’ve known
Tearing the veils down for a moment
Back on the train the hills roll by
The clock reverberates
All day, all night
The sleeping pull remains on the rolling nightstand
Freight train pulls my heart forward
Time to roast the marshmallows
And search for that true north
Categories: identity, mental health, Poetry, Psychology, society
psychologistmimi 
So Many Fall to Loving Lies Truth Trumps Love
Trivia Note: Original
Greek Definition of
Apocalypse Means
Lifting The
Veils oF iGnorance
To Reveal Truth For
Those Who Love Lies
That Is STill The End
Of THeir World oF Lies
Note: Some Clowns
Visit DarK To make
Light… ‘Normal’
People Don’t
Have
What it takes
OBTW ‘Perfect Poem’
‘All’ Poems ‘Perfect’
Poetry Without
Measure
Only
Science
Fails All ReaSon Art
Breaths of Truth iN
P E R F E C T LiGHT
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“leaving the liars and clowns behind”. I like that phrase.
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Thank you!
Hope this coming week is a great one for you.
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