Behind the train tracks
The yelling crowds
The screaming hell
The psychotic dogs,
No matter what
The symphony
Brightening
Always comes out
In my mind
The past is felt
The future is remembered
Sentences appear
Too big for a brain
They must get out
They must be heard
They must be seen
They must be felt
Stronger
Louder
Simpler
Than any wall
Than any sound
Than any problem.