The Sailing Train of Thoughts

Sitting in a train
Looking at the world passing by,
Thoughts fill my mind.

I attempt to silence them,
With words, with pictures.
“Let us out,” they screamed.
“Let us blossom,” they screeched.
Constricted. Restrained.
I couldn’t let them out.
I couldn’t let myself break.
I couldn’t let myself bow to them.
I hold myself tight.
I wait for them to pass.

Like the passing scenery that I witness through my window,
I see my thoughts grow,
And sail away from my mind,
But not before leaving a mark,
To remind me of the dark.
Also to remind me of my spark.