The Pain Train
The Pain Train…
There is a train, mystic and strange.
It never stops to turn or change.
It’s big and strong, looks like a chain,
People like me are riding this train.
It moves us from dusk into the night,
filled with sorrows and pale blue light.
I was born there, on this speedy train;
nothing seems real except all this pain.
Thousands are there, they come, and they go,
They live, and they die without even know.
Riding together, not knowing where;
nothing seems real except much despair.
Where are we going? Where is this place?
Is there a driver to show us his face?
This train is going without intent;
we will be going wherever it went.
I heard a traveler who told me so;
our stop is near, is all we know.
He told me to look at the window out.
The view was lovely, without a doubt.
I am so tired of living with pain,
never again I will ride this train.
11/2015
Haloo
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