Train Of Time

The light at the end of the tunnel
Is the oncoming train of time
On the front you will find the Grim Reaper
With a flamethrower, clearing the line.

There’s no maintenance hatch in this subway,
No sewer grates, alcoves or cracks
Just a lot of oblivious people
Obsessed with the dirt on the tracks

There’s a rumour that this is the purpose
And that Life is just one long detail
So for every six combing the sleepers
You’ll get one trying to find the live rail

How we got here ain’t really important
And all the stories you hear are just Talk
So we once had a Train, and one day may again
But till then, my friend; We Walk.

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Comments

  • Tama Blough
    Tama Bloughalmost 5 years ago

    Whoa, what a wonderfully visual first stanza! I can see that Reaper…
    Nice work, very thoughtful and honest.

  • S .
    S .almost 5 years ago

    awesome !

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