Trains of thought

 Now my thoughts are bullet trains
They're plotted stops where busy sentiments board and disembark
Like my intentions are a commuter late for work
passing by a busy world
ideas scraping elbows with strangers
huddled in a speeding tube of conversation

Train stations like airports though... 

they seem like a net of distant people.
like someone caught them all from some far off place were people would walk free in sunlight and happiness
what I see in these train stations and airports are faces
of people trying to get away from somewhere
people trying so hard to get somewhere else
My thoughts, like people on a train, or in the sky in a different speeding tube...
Are going somewhere
all cramped together in my mind
and when they arrive at that destination
they funnel out with a sigh of relief.

Sometimes I think about strangers
as I walk like a ghost drifting past the living
I look at their faces
and I think about their lives
Their sorrows and their joys
I wonder about their character
How many of these people have love
How many are carrying hope like a disease
How many faces have swallowed lies
How many dream defiantly
I wonder how many cowards I know

I wonder how many heroes are born each day

I wonder how fascinated God must be with us, so strange, and seperate, and alone, and together, and united and contradictory.

Our yearnings for freedom

Our dyings in sin

The dances we do along the lines of dark and light

The totality of a soul you know