i follow the railroad tracks overgrown with moss

balancing on its rusty rails,

hoping to find somewhere new

i've been following it since childhood

hoping for it to lead me somewhere new—

a place where the skies are never grey,

somewhere cliché like in fairytales

but i always end up back in my backyard

fenced off from the woods

no matter how long i travel

but i still try

even when i end up with cuts and bruises

from constantly falling in ruble

i guess i never learn