The Train
The train is chugging on
And I can’t slow it down.
Speeding away to the unknown
The train keeps chugging on.
Passengers restless, craving speed
Each racing on to the finish.
Before they know it
The ride is at its end.
I stand alone reaching for what I’ve lost
Grasping at empty air
The train is gaining speed, gaining speed.
Faster, faster, faster
Passengers on the edge of their seats
Speeding too fast to enjoy the scenery.
The daffodils dancing in the breeze go unnoticed.
The turtles basking in the sun
The rippling waves of grass
And the willow’s swaying arms
All go unnoticed.
The train chugs on faster, faster, faster
Everyone eager to reach a destination
And I’m just trying to find a way off
So I can dance with the daffodils.
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