Inside the tunnels, the stone tunnels, are the trains

And inside the trains, the steel trains, are the bags of skin

And inside the thin skin are the blood and the bones

And inside the blood and the bones are the dreams

It really is that simple, it really is that fragile

I am one such dream inside the blood and the bones and the bags and the

trains and the tunnels

There's a dream sitting next to me

There's a dream across from me

Fragile



We all know that one day

The tunnels will crumble and the trains will stop

And the blood and the bags and the bones will be gone

And in between now and then something will happen to all the dreams

I don't know what will happen to the other dreams



But I know what will happen to me

Sure as rain, I know, sure as winter



I'll breathe and grieve and struggle and strive and love, love

And if I'm lucky once, just once, the dream will drop to the floor like a vase

and shatter in shards of silence

Where I will see, I will see in the pattern of the pieces, I will

See something



This will, this will happen

But now the train with all its fragile cargo rolls on.