Time runs on narrow tracks
Like two strangers in a room
Where do the other rails lead?
I see them in the mist outside my window.
I can follow them for awhile,
led down a different path,
but my course always pulls me back.
I think I know where this track goes
but I’m probably wrong.
I wonder if the other lines are illusions,
a mental game
If it’s not real, then nothing is
and maybe this isn’t my reality.
The cat is dead.