On the railroad of life
I stopped many times
I put my feet
Down
Slowly
Stepping
Off the platform
I looked around
Stayed in this place a while,
But the engine grew
Cold,
Still,
Yearned,
To travel further on,
I had gained much luggage
On my stops,
Tracks buckled, strained under life,
I had to
Release,
Worries,
Pains,
I let them fly free
White Doves
Released,
I moved on slow
Brakes were moaning
Screeching,
Screaming,
Life
Needed to only be travelled
So far,
That last platform,
I stood, smelt the air
Felt the earth between my
Fingers,
Toes,
Feet,
I had travelled so far on the tracks
But know it was time
To let the engine run cold,
Tracks grew flowers upon them
I had travelled far
But now knew I was home..