Gare
there's still time I asked
looking at the train tracks
on top they are pure steel
but further down I think that are shadows
between stones and sleepers
I've undone this path thousand times
I wandered around like a future ghost
looking for entry in exits
someone always calls back
they scream from somewhere
they mumble: life will heat up
is there still time I asked
like a few minutes
I want to review these tracks
make sure the world is right
if the keys turn in the locks
hear the friendly sound again
someone happy washing their car
brushing rugs
and not just someone waving and screaming
'look, the train is coming!'
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