Train Poem

THEY want to get lost, to escape
They seek whatever can swallow up the temptation
that lives inside ourselves, eating away, and
tearing up all the pieces of the map that get me lost
Stomping chaotically across tribulations which never end, 
feeling this inner balance that WON'T FUCKING GO AWAY!
Yet I believe in death, and I question
whether or not you like it-- The man will
bring you down further until you hit the ground and finally
WAKE UP, realizing the world is not on your side
and it never will be said or done,
but it is felt through science that nothing stays the same
of course it dies, dies, dies in the end ~~~~~~~~

-Jaeg-