Travel

I keep my mortality close with me as I travel;

I see myself running away

and feel the cold wind of the moment

sweeping past my face

Here I am

child of the cosmos

A tick-tocking collection of stardust

An unfortunate occurence

in time and space.

A resistence to the Nothingness that seduces

my Mind

Sometimes my reality buzzes

& I have to get off the train.