Convergent Destiny

When the metal tracks merge there is symmetry
Even when the tracks are over grown with dried grass

Even when the planks are are old and weathered
The intent and purpose are still there
And I admire the harmony in the direction
And my mind desires the hope
Even when I am terrified there is none

Direction without an itinerary
Anomie at the edge of the universe
The tracks designate destiny
When does forever become never
And when it becomes
There is stark raving madness
And the horror fills my soul