Stations fade as you drown in the rhythms of trains
have you counted the towns and hamlets and villages
have you counted the faces and hands that
as you hand them your money
Have you counted the heartbeats and steps
since the last time someone called you
Forests blur behind you turning
as you finish yet another cup of coffee
Are you homeless fugitive traveler pilgrim?
Have you stopped and listened to the winds
the voices and languages you don't understand
have you seen the time go by do you know where you are?
Cities rumbling and roaring beneath you
as you toss and turn trying to sleep
in yet another unfamiliar bed
have you ever stopped and wondered what you're running from?
are you running out of breath of ink of words to say
are you running out of these worlds
or simply trying to keep up with it?
Have you been so busy living you forgot to stay alive?
Nights and tides turning away from you
you turning east going down walking yet another street
leading nowhere in particular
seeking shelter from the crows the crowds the clouds
have you forgotten who to pray to
does anybody pray for you
does anybody recognize your face?
Pilgrim, where are you running to?