Take me on the ghost train 20P and there you are Scary in the tunnel night White knuckle fingers on the safety bar Which way to blue skies? Phantoms pop from cupboard doors Mocking, manic laughter shrieks Dark promises of blood and gore
Interventions at every turn Opportunities thrown wide and far Journeys I might never take TomTom thinks he knows just where we are Ripples from a pebble thrown make tsunami on a foreign shore I would slip right off this high-rise hell But the elevator stops at every floor
Twelve, going on sixteen Such a rush to grow old and wise Endless possibilities Follow, soaring where the eagle flies Which way to blue skies? Mummy said don't go out alone I hear bad name-calling, derisory So, choose direction, and turn the stone
