i follow the railroad tracks overgrown with moss
balancing on its rusty rails,
hoping to find somewhere new
i've been following it since childhood
hoping for it to lead me somewhere new—
a place where the skies are never grey,
somewhere cliché like in fairytales
but i always end up back in my backyard
fenced off from the woods
no matter how long i travel
but i still try
even when i end up with cuts and bruises
from constantly falling in ruble
i guess i never learn