Just as a train moves forward along train rails
One’s ride has been homeward
as long as I managed to align
my thoughts about the world, reality, others,
and the truth about myself.

Imagine a train jumping off the crossing rails.
In that very way, I had failed,
deflected my pursuit,
obstructed my path, and I eventually derailed.

I was still moving,
but the crazes were far out of the way,
and the passage was far from smooth.
The further I kept going over rocks and through the crooked avenues,
I got further from the truth,
and then a faint sense of compunction moved me, too.

The physical downhill wasn't as quick as the psychological side.
Pride was all I had to preserve until psychological deterioration ran me off the track
and commenced to eat away that pride.
My response to dissatisfaction has not been to...