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In the slushy shine of winter mornings, The harsh, huffing breaths of a Hushed and harried engine heaving Its hoard of hearts and hopes Hastens the horizon, rushes The clicking clack on slickened rails
We have rails from one end to the other Metal bands around the heart of America But it is an artery or vein Bringing life and freshness to stagnant places Though it brought us life We don't need it anymore
My eyes cannot trust what it is seeing. A blue steam engine wandering past me. His name is Thomas, and he is fleeing. His speed clears the branch line of all debris.   As I observe closely, he pulls coaches.
you've never been on track, partially because you can'tand partially because that would be boring, thank god you aren't a train
I stood upon the platform once of the public trains The day was dark and gloomy as if it were about to rain People rushed all around running this way and that
Funny, I've watched every episode of Bones. Seen every blow, bludgeon, and brain.   And I flinch when the train comes.   I've seen seven seasons of Criminal Minds,
Day Dream Things I think about when I ride the train Is embeded in my brain About what time I will arrive At my destination, which is beyond My comprehension
i couldn't breathe. one, two, three, hello-  i was hit by a train; yes, sir it is me hello- you put me back together again.
You chased stars,I ran after trains You threw yourself into dreams,And I jumped in front of carsBut in those moments When we sat by the tracks And looked into the sky Together,
I sit inside and Let the world hurry by.  
They call where I live “The Bubble” “The Happy Valley” because whatever problems we face we hide behind photo shopped pictures with filtered solutions. Anyone who breaks the mold gets broken apart,
Back aches in the morningHeavy eyelids and sore feet that drag across the ground.Another day to waste awayWishing I'd just die alreadyMostly so late assignments become the past
Waiting for trains Stand by the edge They come so fast You can feel the wind being pushed out of the way It's an inch from your face Closer, closer, closer For the train you wait
A day. 24 hours. 1,440 minutes. 84,600 seconds. So many things can change. shift. evolve. dissolve. resolve.  Revolve around useless emotions and empty words. Who you were at 8am is not who you are at 8pm.
I always became a certain way when I heard a distancing train. It took away the love in my body and left me with disdain. The hollow sound filled my heart while lonely thoughts scoured my brain.  
The city trembles under the rumble of the trains under the light of one million sunrises under the the anticipation of one million sunfalls
There go circus man doin' that old clownin' pose. There go hobo man tryin' on that red foam nose. There go circus man hangin' with them trapeze girls. There go big top man off to take him in that world.
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