"Losing His Place"

Losing His Place

by Andrew Demoline

Rumbling ever onward go,
The world shall never stop.
Rumbling ever onward go,
There is no place for off.

No out, no way, no else;
One place to spend your days.
No far away, nor yonder,
To ease the windy way.

Rumbling ever onward go,
We looked both far and near.
Rumbling ever onward go,
There seemed no place but here.

No out, no way, no else;
This giant wheel moves on.
But what if we could step aside;
Would life seize up, be done?

We heard, we three, of one that did
His story gives us hope
We heard, we three, of one that's gone
Could we to break this rope?

He turned his head aside,
Somehow the world turned too.
He took just one small step,
Somehow he made it through.

We heard, we three of one that did,
What happened to that man?
We heard, we three, of one that's gone,
But where could he have ran?

We talked and stepped and tried,
the world would not be skewed,
Until we turned our heads just right,
Then eyes could see anew

Rumbling every onward go,
No one can see but you,
Rumbling every onward through,
To leap into the dark...

No out, no way, no else,
Until you see anew.
No far away nor yonder,
The steps are but a few.

Rumbling ever onward go,
We each did have our go.
Rumbling ever onward go,
Tilting our heads just so.

No out, no way, no else,
Or so we had believed,
One step away to yonder:
Went one, went two... not three.

I know, just me, of three that did,
Their stories gave me hope.
I saw, just me, the two that left,
But now I'm here alone.

They turned their heads aside,
Somehow the world turned too.
They took just one small step,
But did they make it through?

I know, just me, of three that did;
My hope is all but gone.
I saw, just me, the two that left;
I don't know what to do.

I thought and prayed and cried,
My heart was torn in two,
I could not follow my two friends,
Out there into the blue.