Confused Thoughts

The moving train has always served To feed my creative urges Feel the energy higher in the rat-a-tat-tat of rails Than in the solitude of the waves lashing the shore Wondered where these thoughts came from Or why, or how, or when Germinating from the emotional uncertainty Rapidly growing to poetic artistry Have always thought, why aren’t there pleasantries Like the love poets of yore Is this a façade of sadness? Safely guarding the miniscule happiness inside Confused thoughts! I call them Confusing the poet and his poet-o-philes The true self of the poet amazingly hidden Behind the long list of thoughts to poetry turned