Old rusted rail cars

Blundered rails withered far

As the warning bar drops

Double stacked high under raining skies

Red blinking lights constant as the day

Turns night

Steel bending under certain pressure

On the streets of Nsahville

The southern gem

While the trains send

All goods north south

East west

Banging bells cracking under stress

Untied and tightened 

Small stones surround the rails 

As the next cart drags forward the next

The world just moving ahead

So a piece can be sent to me

On a rainy Wednesday

The story of the troubadour

Venturing down miles of roads

Fighting narrow minded corridors 

Rising from the earths floor

Deplored at first 

Then adored 

Sharing stories

Unearthed tragedies 

More and more

Spent money rolling through pockets

Hoping for a tight lock in

But lyrics and stories can not be stop’in 

If I can make it through this week

The next and onward

Writing for context

Without a known

Prefix

With eyes that will suffice 

While I spin tires 

Trying to get wise

Back and forth side to side

We are here together

On this wild ride

The unexpected bends

Sends my mind reaching 

To understand false premises

Canned 

How did it fall apart

Was it a small piece 

Of a master plan

Built a 4 story house 

On weak sand

How could this be 

A fallacy I see

Under me

The sand gives way

Now do I ever really understand

Weaknesses of sand

I tried to compensate

What what too complicated

Frustrated 

But we will move on

On 

And on