Train bound thoughts....

 And the train marches on into the night

Through the peaceful morning, into the scorching noon 

On a lonely metal road, with nowt but the unending flow of electric poles for company

Towns come and go, lives passing by in the blink of an eye

The steady beat of the wheels against rail like the heartbeat of a marathoner

The passengers sleep and dream

While the train marches on into the night...




Time stands still here

Just a waypoint enroute

Bearing silent witness

There - a sudden burst of sound

Watch as I'm passed by

A split second of light and sound

And

Once again, no one's around

Time stands still here


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