Tracks

I feel the rumble of these tracks beneath me.

I watch the blur of static places through the window

As this train propels me away

Toward a place I never wished for before.

And people tell me change is good;

That what is stable doesn’t grow.

But right now I live in the midst of the unknown

And wish for steady, immobile ground.

My own moving target

Has me listening for old sounds

As they too fade into the background.

But I still feel the rumble of these tracks beneath me.

I watch the blur of static places through the window

As this train propels me away

And tells me I have no choice but to hope for the next day.

—Written by Sandy Heights

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