Asleep on a Train

In twos and threes the stinging rain falls on this car
 counting time with the lights blinking like a dying star
 i'll turn it out soon so i focus on where i go
 pretending to be asleep on a train is hard to forego
 while tree branches wave and telephone poles compare notes
 what passes by the window disappears at our next thought
 the abandoned buildings they don't realize they are all alone
 reaching out to keep the pieces of what they've all become
 with the heat of the sun forcing moss and ivy to grow
 across the faces, rushing backwards, giving all they owe
 to circumnavigate their frames and join hands with cracks on walls
 and make us honest about from where we came and head towards
 the sun it flickers and fades setting to the left of my arm
 the lovely half lit silhouetted hills now hard to discern
 as if they've all given up like old cars in junkyards
 and all the air that the train displaced won't come to harm
 simply acting as a means to spread some forgotten seeds
 that long ago would find their way home by some other means
 and the air that i displace won't even remember my name
 or any other details of the lines of my face
 passing by a line of crows on power lines that wait for
 a something that we all don't attempt to express anymore
 feeling the pull to find a way to what we would call home
 giving thought to, things i felt as i wait on the platform
 evading the subjects that are constantly on my mind
 while circling above them like clouds at the same time
 the wheels sometimes falter and scrape on the tracks as i drift
 to all the things that settle to bottom that i try to keep hid
 like the dirt that settles in the river once we've all passed
 that no one will mention unless they've been on the same path
 trying not to let the weight of those thoughts drag you down
 like a tree letting it's leaves go after holding too long
 the heavy weight of the last few turns that the engine takes
 through the windows the faint smell of diesel fumes that pervade
 signal that we've made our way close to the station at hand
 and all the indecipherable things i've tried to comprehend
 sometimes it's easier to pretend to sleep on a train
 rather than pay attention to what your thoughts might contain