Long Train Ride

 

Song:

 

I might be ugly, but soon I'll be clean.

I have washed away all desire.

It went swirling down the drain.

All desire has been loosed from my frame.

Now each day stands before me like a freshly laundered shirt.

Now my desire roams the earth.

It is free.  It is nebulous.

Sometimes it calls to me, but I don't have to answer.

I am clean.  I am clean.

 

 

If you followed this desire where would it lead you?

It would be a long train ride to grandmother's house.

 

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