Trains set sail
And trains de-rail.
Trains run on tracks
And slightly slew between.
People sometimes board
Trains with vanity,
Sometimes when travelling one gains insanity.
Trains are simply,
Just a game.
Trains reign through
Colour and season,
Full of meaning
Or shallow emptiness gleaming.
Trains can break,
New locations await.
Comments
Mangone | January 16, 2010 - 18:06
I had a strange train of thought on the train today... I was wondering what happens to smoke signals if the blanket catches fire?
Do they get blurred?