with a familiar sound ringing in my ears.
Was it the train running down the rails?
How could that be?
Those tracks have been buried
under miles of mud and dirt for decades.
I swear I can still hear my house
rattle as the horns blare.
Paralyzed with fear,
I wake with my shadow
laying in front of me,
train stopped behind me-
horns ablaze and unaware of how I got here.
Stammering off the tracks
as my consciousness decides to find me;
an officer pulls me further,
questioning me-
too tired and disoriented to answer
I ask. . .
Where am I?
How did I get here?
What time is it?
As daylight is approaching,
the last thing I can remember
is falling asleep
at home thinking about
what to do with my future.
So I find myself in a hospital room,
but eventually walking home,
up the stairs and knocking on the door.
Yet no one is there to let me in.
A man drives up the way,
unaware you ever left
the comfort of your home.
I know this one,
and remain calm.
He opens the door,
the first thing I see is a clock
in the entry.
I look at the time and realize
I've been gone for hours,
the thought of where I could've been
all night is absolutely terrifying.
I ask him,
"Where have I been all night?"
