Exhausted and almost home

Sleep is in my future,
But I guess unscheduled track maintenance is my nearer future.

My future is in my future and in that, is in the way of my future.

Step back doors closing is the opposite of the sound of my exhaustion.

A train station is opposite a hill
Where laws are born
And some hopes die
And nothing about an angel's wings.

Sometimes you light a candle when a young man is killed,
Though fewer young men are killed than die every day in these great United States.

Location:Metropolitan Branch Trail,Washington D.C.,United States