As the sun rises upon the plain,
I appear from the darkness atop a train.
As though running for its life it blasts,
leaving behind a continent lost in the past.
As i get ever closer to my destination,
I become more unsure of the situation.
Lost in a dream world of pretty colors,
Chugging through an endless field of pretty flowers.
What am I doing here in this world oh so perfect,
A fused transistor in lifes' complex circuit.
I'm unsure if i want to wake to reality,
Because i'm afraid ill find i'm just a man fighting insanity.