Parallel lines, with sleepers and rails,
Endlessly run through valleys and dales;
Parallel trains with the sun on their spines,
Shuddering over the tracks.

Time steaming on with a billowing trail,
Seamlessly running through hillside and vale,
Wheels ever turning, and rolling anon
Clattering over the tracks.

Man chases after with hearty and hale
Steam popping pistons that try to assail
A gap that's amassing; his legs rally faster,
Stammering over the tracks.

Old oil lamps flicker, and man fades to pale
With a lullaby motion, weary and frail,
As time never pauses and goes ever quicker,
Hammering over the tracks.

Time breathes a sigh over sleepers and rails,
Endlessly running through valleys and dales,
Man fades, man falters, as time rushes by
Vanishing over the tracks.