Lyrical Locomotive

Chug chug chug full steam ahead bars are us express to wherever and whenever you mind felt pressed/A stench reaks from the crammed subway car underground so far from a cloud/No precipiation to be instigating rude awakenings/Childhood makes me think Hey Arnold as I see tikes fits/the car screeches and makes me see/The world and humanity with just a hint of sanity,profanity and profound possiblity of brushing into the next canditate for murder, love, fantasy or the next president for candidacy/Rides lead to the sublime Helga-esque obsessed mind with football heads as shrines/So much on a young one's mind my subconscious makes me grasp a feeling or concepts than contracts before birthing a newborn that is a new day like sunshine everlasting Sunny D-enlightenment cause a blu ray and my Silver Screens are my eyes causing full moons and moon-slaves a howl and tidal waves makes my skin still brown but the color on the locomotive so gray never repressed I regress but as long as Im in service I run to express no less...