Over the rim of my coffee cup The world moves by Mobs of nameless people Walk on set paths Each with their own story With their own way Viewing the world differently Than I Coffee turns bitter As I wait for the train That will never come Just waiting on my path -Kel... Continue Reading →
Toy Track
Circular thinking The tracks are laid With a pre-programed route No unscheduled stops And if you forget something Worry not because it will Circle back again -Kel Dayheart
Dream Derailed
Run away train Off the tracks Crashing into a new path A hopeless dream With the wreck Of reality -Kel Dayheart
Fragment of a Figment 