Clickety Clack
Trains pass routinely, clickety clack on the railroad track
The rhythm is soothing, and familiar, and offers sleep
If you think about it, the people, their stories
You could imagine a world more exciting than real
A man with a rucksack, is he hiking or running
Does his hat offer warmth or camouflage
Long is his journey ? Or just the next stop
The lady with a suitcase, is travelling or working
Take a look at her shoes, heels worn down money poor
As the platform clears and he is sat all alone
He buys a ticket destination unknown
Creating a story now all of his own
His heart beats faster as the train pulls from the station
No way back, clickety clack,he’s running, he’s leaving
As the miles become many his fear retreats it’s too late for a change of mind
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