Train moves....
Head hurts, and I am deathly tired,
A bunch of problems eating up my mind.
The engine roars, sun burns the face,
And heat is squeezing me like a used mop.
Hard to breath... Drowning in thoughts...
Troubles... troubles... No solutions...
Suddenly...
I hear a laugh... Child's laugh...
I turn to see a boy.
He's going to a park... For ice-cream and a ride.
"This is the best day of my life!" ...."How awesome!"...
Eyes shinning, teeth showing, eyes glowing.
The Greatest Happiness.
Train stops...
He just runs off, and I continue...
What was that thought, again?
I can't remember...
That thought, which placed another rock upon my chest?
What was that problem? That humongous problem?
Oh, and my head... Did it hurt?
What is the matter?
All wiped out...
Except for a shadow....
The shadow of a child's smile
Dancing on my own lips.