Train rides, oh what a representation of life
Loops of grief, and monotonous love.
And the days of immense tiredness,
the ride stirrs, jerks, and shows the way to move-
faster, knocking the nerves, jerking unconsious thoughts away.
And the days of sickness, when eyes droop down
It reminds us of the five minutes of leasure walks
and how simple acts makes us happy
when forced to sit through the day.
What a heavenly lesson the train teaches us!
To look from where we rose, and give ourselves credit,
not allowing us to look up and droop down.
And I sit to glare and think often
how full the train must've been
to unite and break down families, to carry hope
and shatter some love, to hold one's hand
and to let go of some.
Oh what a ride it is, to teach us the cycle of life, of love, of grief, of pleasure and dismay. - Massa
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