Trains of thought we ride,
With no direction.
No time for memories,
Or mild reflection.
Ridding on we go,
Letting off hot steam.
Wishing alway time,
And forgetting to dream.
We miss every field,
Every meadow and flower.
We just chug along,
Heads down, full power.
May these tracks never end,
And our minds shuffle so.
May our souls be in route,
Where ever we go.
Nov 13, 2014
Nov 13, 2014 at 9:55 PM UTC
Trains of thought we ride,
With no direction.
No time for memories,
Or mild reflection.
Ridding on we go,
Letting off hot steam.
Wishing alway time,
And forgetting to dream.
We miss every field,
Every meadow and flower.
We just chug along,
Heads down, full power.
May these tracks never end,
And our minds shuffle so.
May our souls be in route,
Where ever we go.
