Like the herd in a state of fury
The passengers had boarded
The compartment.

They're all heading with
Such a whirlpool mind, and
Regret rising.

Hush was a distant meteor.
Only imagination to catch it,
Then shaking.

A stout man in meditation
At the window. An infant swinging
With pushes.

Factory in. Peace in the fields
Of grains. A scythe in the hand,
Still snow.

Someone abused the other.
The culprit had coiled the passage.
Walking right.

Where're the leaders, ministers
And those who build promises?
Oh of dust.

Visit these places. Spend seconds.
An easy clicking of the life on the track.
Good sojourn.