Grand Central Station

Enter through Park
Down towards the dark
Take in the grandeur
Far from the pasture

Chaotic transfer
Everything still a blur
Pause for a moment
A crucial component

Take in the scenery
The transit machinery
Predestined charting
The cosmic departing

He could see it.
Reality coming in clear.
His Mom’s concerns
The memory burns
There in the station
A critical relation
The connection becomes suddenly real
The chaos of the reckoning
Of history beckoning

Oh the grandness of the station
The place where he
Uncovered the mystery
He had long forgotten
What it meant to be
How it felt to be
Young and wild and free

But Mom always knew
She tried so hard
So hard to prepare him
That this chaos of life
Would be worth the strife
He didn’t get it
Couldn’t permit it
But now he knows
Knows why the kitchen
Is not grand central station.