Treasure Hunt Poem by Alien Zoo

Accelerating train, way too fast
The acceleration of an airplane, slow down
It's been said that these rails lead to gold
but if gold there becomes a liquid, it might as well be hell

You say your nerves are made out of iron
Mine are made out of cardboard
Because everyday I am faced against walls wich constantly show time's urgencies.
Oppertunities to escape lie here, but no one hardly see them as options anymore.

Through the rain and at the bottem of the sea of regression, to find a treasure, a paper note.
Besides the icecabs we see on the surface, the price is as cold as it turned out to be a paper note to myself.