The Train

High speed intercity,
business man on a mission,
sliding doors, far too quick,
no place to sit.
Starting stopping, stopping starting,
world of money, trade, meeting, departing.
Around the wide open fields
children play, families grow.
Meandering streams, river banks,
some mountains high, some mountains low.
The track is long, never ending?
One straight line, no going back,
travelling along this already built track.
This is now the train you see at the side,
as you at the window of the new carriage ride.
Ancient, unused, on sets decay
I hope I'll be used again someday.