Train.

My mind is on the train track when conscious,
desperately grasping at an apathetic subconscious,
to carry me to a merciful unconsious.
Mentally constructing a place,
where my heart is running at a different pace,
when freed from the rat pack and their desperate chase.
Rip off my mask of lead,
and put on my true face,
with no more egotistical diversions,
no other versions,
and pathetic coercion.
but it's just a dream,
an unreachable theme.
Unraveling at the seam,
as I stare into the approaching train's steam.