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Return to Push |
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URGE ON |
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Today on the train |
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Her energy a different buzz |
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The face in the window |
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Too somber to belong to anyone |
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A new mission unfolds, the urge of another day |
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Burns along the eastern skies |
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Today on the train |
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There is more business in the purse |
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Than meets the eye |
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The eye of a child in middle aged face |
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On a train heading West to new rejections |
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Letters will be written, unshed tears to fight |
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The unfinished urges on |
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Today on the train |
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In a suit of many disguises |
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Party in the night professional by day |
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Black sheep wool feels like her own skin |
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When you are a widow of each yesterday |
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Its important to dress the part |
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Today on the train |
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She conjured the obscured spiritual inside layer |
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Humming metaphysical awkwardness |
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A resilient membrane located conveniently |
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Between her optimism & troublemaker urge |
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A stratum of hope buried deep |
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That aids the digestion of letters of rejection |
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Today on the train |
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Wishes are cast under dingy gray skies |
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Angels with microscopes |
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Spend all-nighters searching for her soul |
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She's certain the sun is gone forever |
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The environment matches her heart |
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Smiles because it seems fitting |
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Today on the train |
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She is the forward flow of locomotion |
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Especially each bumpy stop |
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What will be, hides from the eyes |
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Nose pressed against the cold rainy window. |
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God's finger is up his ass today |
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Digging for another challenge to toss her way |
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Today on the train |
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She wishes she could |
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Pull an answer from the bell cord above her |
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In one fluid motion she could stop the train |
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And simultaneously see the big universal plan unravel |
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But she’s stuck in one line of business |
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The business of urging on. |
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