Childhood dreams. An
emotional
train wreck knocks at the door. Inside, a tiny entity holds on to his inner beauty. Rattling and bellowing the train keeps on coming. The door holds for now so the dream keeps soothing. Inside the station the boy looks at peace, secure from the wreckage, falling at his feet. Tears suppress hatred, fear overrides pleasure, as one last surge envelopes his destiny forever. Emotions are lost in a swirl of lust, as harrowing cries plead she just needs love. Crawling from her bottle, a mother drowns his dreams for her lust turns to anger as it satisfied her needs. Now his
destiny
is trapped within this shrine, he knows not how to break from the station walls. He sees the passengers but there all free. He sees plenty of trains but none are going his way. He sits and waits but everyone goes by. Growing lonely each day and night. Something stirs, its a creative scheme, paint my memories for all to see!. Smiles and happiness allow him to stand, the colours of his palette lie in his hands. Holding on tight, he knows what to do, but anger suppresses, the feeling turns blue. The barriers come down as emotions run high. Locked in his prison or self made shrine. On and on the train wreck comes. Love knows no barrier when your young. On and on his dreams take hold as an angry adult slowly unfolds...
