thoughts on a two track railway
outside, the endless stepp, the goulash ahead, i know what's coming and it involves a spoon and sourdough.
i will not take a protein shake, not before the challenge.
i occupy my mind, on the tracks ahead, they run in paralel, despite the train having many turns.
someday the lines will meet.
Omar khayyam would probably have something to say about it.
"sit around the stew friends,
and let the bird fly, and seeth
and shun the dreaded crusts,
the wine pours, until its ebbs"
but his astronomy knew not of railways,
and he kept a rusty astrolabe in his pocket. and an energy bar.
the lines will meet, someday,
as long thin legs do,
they must,
and the train, will meet then,
the illustrious Joe Pecci,
who will drive the train,
through the focal point.
i hear the wistle blowing,
and think of the milstones we passed,
and the mill stones,
and the rolling stones,
cause that's the problem,
with object permanance,
you keep your eye on the ball,
then you get hit with a bat,
caused you pissed off,
the wrong organizers.
object permanance,
being the only proof ,
that monster truck rallies,
are a big lie.