brown-eyed wanderer.

you run away from everything
you feel
subdues you.
then along comes the
flashy train
to take you away.

seduced by bright lights
and the cityscape,
you turn away
from old carousels and
familiar smells...
yet you keep your grip.

ever wonder where to go?
ever wonder where you want to be?

look in the mirror
and tell me what you see.
a brown-eyed wanderer
whose tears speak of the truth
that she seeks.
her soul is tired,
fingers aching to keep grip
as the train takes her to where
she thinks she wants to be.