WHAT ARE YOU LIKE?

You are like...
a Victorian architectural folly

glimpsed from
a passing train

fieldsandtreesandcows
dashing by with a clickity clack.

And one thinks to one's self
did I really..

...see that
or what
or not
or how
or why?

And then one is swallowed
down a tunnel's gullet

and only one's own
face stares back amazed!

And I can almost hear you laugh:
"Yes...that's me...me...exactly!"