Train Tracks to Where

I dig my trenches
And I hedge my bets
I sit on benches
And I weigh my debts
I fall asleep
To the world around
I’ve earned my keep
Yet I’m still bound
I brew hot tea
And stare into glass
I yearn to be free
And what do I amass
A pile of pain
And a knife in the back
A sky full of rain
And a train off the track
Cyclical repeats
I move too slow
Monumental defeats
I just don’t know