Time Is a Train
Time is the ultimate deceiver
Sitting back, waiting to pounce
Streaming light in the front room
As dust we flit across her beam
Time, she gives no warning
Though all the rhymes we know
In a moment it is there upon us
Surprised we are, just the same
Time is an unmoving force
Try as we will to slow the pace
The hands are ever ticking
Our fleeting glance at her face
Time will take no prisoner
Her grip will soon release
It is just for this short breath
That we are held in bondage
Time is a train speeding forward
On board looking back from a window
Platforms hold the ones I have lost
Disembarked as we push into the night
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