Walking the tracks again
with my face to the rain
every step I take in fear
of that ever-nearing train
I cheated death, I cheated truth
and now there is no proof
more than what my accusers say
yet they increase in number
with every passing day
They shout ‘He stole’
well I admit
I may have borrowed some
and I may have lied
when they looked me in the eye
and I may have given them something
to keep quiet
Every step I take in fear
of that ever-nearing train
every sound that I hear
lights a bonfire of panic in my brain
Every insect buzz
could be a rattling in the rails
every splashing duck
could be steam cloud trails
Cheating in love
I don’t deny
my neck it aches, from looking back
at the tracks of my life
down the tracks of my lie
always looking for that train
I’m walking the tracks again
with my face to the rain
every step I take in shame
for that ever-nearing train…
[2007]
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