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Sat by the railroad Set all a puzzle. The trains run by, But you're stuck by the side. The benches are warm Under sunlit skies. The birds chirp joyously, Till they usher your smile. "Off to Tomorrow!" Yells the elated conductor. Your legs tighten to the bench, Searching for a strength you can't muster. "Last call, last call." Your throat closes up. Just a moment, just a push — Just a little would be enough. The whistle of the train cuts through the air. The birds move on to another so fair. Sat by the railroad, Set all a puzzle. The trains run by, But you're stuck by the side.
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Nov 19, 2025
Nov 19, 2025 at 6:23 PM UTC
The Train to Tomorrow
Sat by the railroad Set all a puzzle. The trains run by, But you're stuck by the side. The benches are warm Under sunlit skies. The birds chirp joyously, Till they usher your smile. "Off to Tomorrow!" Yells the elated conductor. Your legs tighten to the bench, Searching for a strength you can't muster. "Last call, last call." Your throat closes up. Just a moment, just a push — Just a little would be enough. The whistle of the train cuts through the air. The birds move on to another so fair. Sat by the railroad, Set all a puzzle. The trains run by, But you're stuck by the side.
Life is change, Change is life. Be afraid, but be willing, So you can have a life worth living.
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27/M/South Africa
Nov 19, 2025
Nov 19, 2025 at 6:23 PM UTC
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