The Dreams

Inside the tunnels, the stone tunnels, are the trains
 And inside the trains, the steel trains, are the bags of skin
 And inside the thin skin are the blood and the bones
 And inside the blood and the bones are the dreams
 It really is that simple, it really is that fragile
 I am one such dream inside the blood and the bones and the bags and the
 trains and the tunnels
 There's a dream sitting next to me
 There's a dream across from me
 Fragile
 We all know that one day
 The tunnels will crumble and the trains will stop
 And the blood and the bags and the bones will be gone
 And in between now and then something will happen to all the dreams
 I don't know what will happen to the other dreams
 But I know what will happen to me
 Sure as rain, I know, sure as winter
 I'll breathe and grieve and struggle and strive and love, love
 And if I'm lucky once, just once, the dream will drop to the floor like a vase
 and shatter in shards of silence
 Where I will see, I will see in the pattern of the pieces, I will
 See something
 This will, this will happen
 But now the train with all its fragile cargo rolls on.