Where’s this train going?
Purgatelle.
A place that you know
Oh so well.

You’ve boarded this train car
So many times,
But never quite rode to
The end of the line.

‘Cause life is teeming 
On so many tracks
And you’ve got no time
For looking back.

But rear views the best views
For seeing blind,
This time gonna ride
To the end of the line. 

Sea Legs

When first I sailed 
The rolling waves
Transformed my grounded station,
And rocked the baby boy in me
With endless undulation.

Then stepped ashore 
And stood the ground,
My sea legs rocked and jellied,
With every step, the firming earth
Gave lies unto my belly.

Worse, took a drive
And rocketed along
With frightening power,
Felt dangerously unstable
At thirty miles an hour. 

But soon enough I found my maze, 
My legs forgot the buoy–
The sounds, the sands,
The ways of life
That ocean brings us joy. 

So now again I stand upon 
The lonely shore in ashes,
And wonder how
From where I’ve come
This bliss gathers and crashes

So far from where
My rivers run
With people by the score,
In teeming crowds,
Arriving now on track one thirty four.