Train to Tomorrow

There are reasons to love you
mixed with thoughts to hate you
I stand at these crossroads
with my tears held in my hand
and my heart locked in a briefcase
waiting for the train to tomorrow

It never comes to stop; its late
simply passing me by as I stand
day by day, dusk to dawn; I wait

There are words to praise you
mixed with arguments to debate you
I am being tested by father time
with no lifelines to find me at sea
just muddled watercolor paintings
holding the better angels of my nature

Forgiveness, it is slowly fleeting
as the ice storms grow ever so cold
under the fluorescent lights; I wait

There are pictures to celebrate you
mixed with messages to denounce you
I stand with my back to the wall
with eyes open to my defined purpose
that you continue to try and reason
through this selfish love of yourself