White light of night welling up before my train of thought,
Simmering movement of synaptic fluid flowing.
Spark of old wheels turning, thought moulding in upon itself.
Time swallows as the clickity clack, looks back along the track,

Track time inside and out, mark it, say what you are about.
Monotonous hypnotic journey, robotic motion creating inane notion,
Thought passing fast in flashes, trees in the wind, light dashes.
Journey through you and I, feel the fog fill, and live a lie.

Clickity clack don't look back - now.