Train of thoughts divine
Ran through his brain
True to his vision
In thought and action
  
No coach, no vestibule
Neither engine nor fuel
Nor driver nor travelers  
No pantry or pageantry
Nor track nor signal lights
Train of his life is out of track

Yet he is on track
Of his thoughts
In search of ecstasy
Thru penance and penitence
He is the sage unto death