Ephemeral Boxcar
by jerome


What is the strange and foriegn thing
That chains me to the land
That binds me to the ones I love
To what I know and who I am?

Sometimes it seems my plight
To live my life in conformity
Other times it would seem a curse
Were I truly to be free

It doesn't regularly cross my mind
Sometimes it doesn't even matter to me
Perhaps I'm the victim of idealism
And my disillusioned apathy

Sometimes I want to hop a train
And travel all across the country
Sometimes I think it's better
To simply entertain dreams of being free 

At least in my dreams I find no pain
When I leave the whole real world behind
And chase that ever-shifting mirage
That constantly evades my mind

Most of the time I prefer to dream
I'm just a lazy idealist bum
Chasing the elusive boxcar of peace
Til I've forgotten where I'm from.