Walking along the rail tracks,
reckless empowerment grips me—
if I really wanted to, I could jump a train.
I start to count the ties,
lose track, and head back home.
Perspective
Walking along the rail tracks,
reckless empowerment grips me—
if I really wanted to, I could jump a train.
I start to count the ties,
lose track, and head back home.
spanishwoods 
Are you a bit depressed or this poem is fiction?
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Great photo, love the perspective and the reflections on the rails.
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I’ll let Wolf know you liked this photo…thank you…
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Not about depression, more along the lines of not taking opportunities.
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