Feeling the lights as much as seeing them
The rhythm and rumble of rolling stock
Cities pass like fading scars
That crumble from your skin like rock.
There's a country out there somewhere
Writhing nature in the dark
Plants and animals alive
With hungry phloem and throbbing hearts.
And I can see electricity flickering
And flashing through the night
Floodlit buildings pulling focus
From the world outside my sight.
Every now and then I see
A clear reflection of my face
Hovering in that darkness
Like a spirit out of place.
And time stands still in winter
No quivering leaf or rippling lake
To break that frozen silence
And keep the world awake.
I close my eyes and close my mind
To any outside influence
Breathe out the worries of the day
And give myself to providence.
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