the people ride the broken train. and disembark to find we're still here. trying to go far. that's how we are. it's just how we are. the runaway is running fast. and running where he can't ever get. trying to be sparse. and ending up dense. and making no sense. but i won't forget. as i try not to remember. what i don't get. someone sure will. with paper and quill. hammers thrown around the world. but the nails they lay in a pile. trying to be smart. i call it denial. we die single file