Railroad Car on Broken Tracks

by Amanda   Dec 2, 2005


If I were [is], I'd be smiling. But I am [was], and I'm not.
If [is] is content and easy-feeling...well, that doesn't matter, for I am [was].
Try and try, and try again. Still I remain, just [was].

They are [is], (or almost is,) but still, I am stuck.
Stuck at this trainstop between [is] and [is not].
The train leaves sometimes, but I'm never on it. For some reason, I can't find the door.

If [was] were a city, I'd run it. If [was] was a child, she'd be mine. If [was] were a person, it'd be me.

But it is. For I am. [Was].

Note: Everything in [ ] is meant to be italicized.

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