Memory Fragments: Probity

Mystery On Subway Line #6

Deep underneath an underground subway system, maybe reaching earth's mantle
A train line passes by that no other seems to see. Like an apparition or a ghostly suspicion
We have lines from one through ten, but the sixth one is closed thanks to heavy dismantle
It has been long since its closing, but recently I have seen functionality amidst its condition

Maybe I am seeing ghosts and whatnot. It would not be the first time that has happened
But how could that be so? Last time they were just hallucinations, but now they seem real
I cannot go and touch the train as it would kill me, obviously. But I am determined
Also, why is it that it is always empty? You would think that it had something behind the teal

So gorgeous. Whites and blues across its stained-glass structure; like a sky passing by
I am a mole and so I am blind. I have never seen nor went to the outer earth past my home
These subway systems help me move around, but the sixth one has me wondering why
Why show me an opportunity to take a ride to heaven? Am I still alive, or just sniffing my roam?

Left forever to wander between lines. I feel alone alongside misery's punched ticket
There it goes, to the core of the earth where it belongs. Death to me, I wave goodbye
I take my line to home again today, but tomorrow I will take the sixth one's by cricket
Leaps and bounds I shall make, to bypass security and reach its end, or at least try

Tomorrow began and so did I again. A new me, blinded by hope and compelled anew
I am an earthworm and so I touch to breath. The rails give me life and direction
I normally take the line to work pretty soon, but today is has been delayed by dew
Floods impaired the subway systems, but the sixth line functions without delusion

Why is nobody taking it? Does not matter where it leaves you, anywhere but here is fine
Walk, slither or fly, to each their way of moving. I, too, am impaired, and so I take this line
Why does it not stop? It is empty, and yet it does not load itself. Is this a mysterious sign?
I am ever-so-curious. A gorgeous train like that, empty yet full of imagination's define

Those red and yellow marks. Like fire they burn, attracting me like moth to flame
The glass could shatter if I even step one part of me in, so I remain here, waiting
I take my leave today. Through mud and sud I make my way home in shame
But tomorrow I will take the line for myself. A private ride for my creating

The day has come and so have I. This new me will surely unveil the mystery today
I am a bat and so I see by hearing. But no sound does the train make and so I am blind
And yet, I can see the colors of its gorgeous glass. What beautiful waves do they array
The sound they make it is not true, yet I believe in its mysterious silence designed

To hear not when it is coming. To see not its arrival. To feel its departure once again
I am a mole, a worm, and a bat. I smell, feel, and hear; yet all I can do is wonder
What is it like to see that gorgeous stained-glass? The ethereal, chromatic train
I am alive once more, and so I cannot take the ride. I cannot bury myself under

What is this mystery that eludes me? My train of thought derailed once more
It has been in maintenance for so long, yet it still carries me through the day
With no tracks to follow, the mystery of my mental image lies therefor
I am not a passenger but the conductor. Empty my head. The colors decay

I dismantle my thoughts and arrange them anew. Keep the train on its tracks
What gorgeous stained-glass, wondering arrays of memories buried deep within
I hope this train gets me to my destination. A heaven where dementia never attacks
Railway systems that do not exist. A wanderlust ghost searching mystery wherein