Train


The train chugs along in a desultory fashion
Ahead, one sits, merely a recluse
Long ago, he was full of ebullience, many halcyon days
We've all had this experience, haven't we?

Things change; not in a joyous way
He wished he could've found a panacea
Try as we may, fail as we might
Reminding us that the train chugs along in a desultory fashion

Morbid scenes unravel, trapping the victims
Every day, the conductor gives a chance for them all
Hop off the train anytime you'd like
And still, the train chugs along in a desultory fashion

Find the glamour of things, they say; why be so pessimistic, they ask
Oh, hasn't she tried? She promises she has!
Desire to see hope; desire to hear laughter
Yet, the train chugs along in a desultory fashion, and she stays

However, the train is not a sempiternal thing- alas, she sees the end
Her eye catches the one sitting ahead
Deep breath in, closing eyes, veins bulging, heart pumping
The train doesn't chug along in a desultory fashion, the trip is done

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