Train Track

The alarm cockles away as i open the blinds to my world,i move my hands which are still sore and blistered off the day before,yes their still hanging on.

Shall i slide on my train or delay it ? i close my thought to stop my eyes becoming a window on a winters day.

I have to slide on it, its my day out. I go to one of many sitting rooms in my house trying to keep on the tracks in my carpet.

I await a friend to fuel my train.

The street looks in shame as i enter another carriage that takes me to a place that stinks of bleach,they say they can fix me but how can i take these people serious they have put me in a shirt that shows my blushing cheeks. I have a little smile as i have to look up to these people.

My  anger grows as people talk down to me who i don't like, they say all will be well in time. Please brain have a word with my legs.

I smile again as i realize my train is safer than car's HA HA. damn  you.