Train
Fast then slow,
Right then left.
Figuring out which tracks to go on.
Figuring out when to stop.
I looked out of the window,
To watch the world go by.
I saw something rich,
Then I saw something poor.
This train showed me the world,
Whirring by so fast.
It never occurred to me,
That all this never would last.
I enjoyed my ride today,
As if to say,
The world went it's way,
And I witnessed it all.
My train.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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