Jumped tracks,
skipped the mundane path,
en route to where?
While progress is rushing by,
All there is,
is its rushing heat,
whirling and clattering in this mind,
Demanding attention,
Notice the sign?
It reads trouble up ahead
'reconstruction',
So you had better sit up,
While the alterations tumble on,
Your life just crumbled at the edges,
Its fixing itself it just needs time,
Wait for the continuation,
Your life's going through some reconstruction
Author notes
Written September 20th, 2006
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