Tracks
The train stops.
The train starts.
It slows….it speeds up…
It’s course is set, it moves without care
Of where it’s going nor where it’s been.
So long as that line is straight and clear, the train will not be upset
The windows are clean but the view never changes
The stations are familiar and fleeting
People come and they go as the carriages fill…
Filled with their lives, their life, their love and their laughter
But the driver sits alone
The cabin in which he sits is solely for him
And his sole purpose is to keep the train on that track
At one of the stations a little girl waits…
She always waits this way
Alone
It stops sometimes….and when it slows….she stands up tall to be seen.
The driver sees her…little girl…all alone like he
…but he doesn’t see her tears
The cabin door is closed
And the train must move on
So she cries in silence
And the train is silent
And again they are both alone
