Just put me on a train, a train to anywhere,
anywhere but here, by here I mean the sharp peak inside my brain,
a tower of black onyx, too slick to climb,
too wide to travel around. It's a sticking point, it's a lifetime of them,
built up, jamming things up like a spoon in the garbage disposal,
a shiny thing I keep glancing at, seeing only my reflection.
I want out of this hard landscape, this mountain of me,
and the train goes fast and across, from sea to sea.
Once at the Atlantic, I'll jump into its warm waters and finally
swim. There's an island I'll land on and be--
blissfully--lost at last.