As the train picks up its pace
into the future we race
on the mainline, along the tracks
always headlong into the future no looking back
rolling hills under a blanket of sky
the fabric of time inches on by
Graffiti stained brick remains
as the sands of time flow, like water down the drain
moss covered shell of a place
where back in the day workers raced
to make, to do, to fuel our desire for new
to provide the life we all knew
Watch as the seconds fly past
minutes and hours moving so fast
in the sky the clouds dance
oblivious to times advance
they float and sway, as if the breeze is playing a melody
back on land a memory, a tear filled moment of clarity
this journey takes me away, and I am going to be sappy
I'd rather be back home with those who make me happy
Thanks for reading.
Peace & Love
Kyle.
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