The Rhyme of the Last Train

Leaving behind the rest of the world Through hills, forests, lakes, long Desert, grey, green, dark fields along The train eternally runs forward, Swinging its passengers with a tone Of its ever chanting complex organs Making a sleepy, charming environs All the way keeps them in oblivion; Thoughtful, moody, patients and children Keep themselves slumbering or awaken Crying, snoring, groaning but inactive Some frequently look through window Earphones are joined to some’s audio To try to enjoy the world as romantic, But the dreamy, screamy world soon finish At desired station the last train dose reach.