Trained   by Guinevere Campbell

Alone, in this world,
we each become.

Thought divides 

returns to one.

Adrift a frozen, silent river,

we move like time has meaning.

Inside these rigid paths we feel
immobile, unable, unwilling

to change our fate, our patterns.
Afraid to derail the train

((we are trained))

no matter where it takes us.
Momentum feels like truth.
Its weight alone convinces.

((Someone else's journey; someone else's path.
Someone else's yearning; someone else's wrath.))

((Pulled along, we carry their song.
All life long, we carry their rhythm.))