At 3 a.m. I saw a train,
Passing beneath the gently wind,
Coveted by a heavy rain,
Merely passing in.
I peaked in closer to see,
And saw all the happy faces,
So the next time at three,
I just followed their traces.
A lot I don’t know,
Such as where it will go,
Much like a closed door,
Less like the winter snow.
So next night struck three,
I wore a suit and tie,
Left my phone on the scene,
With a letter goodbye.
Never in a long time,
My heart felt at ease,
Looking straight ahead,
Waiting for the train.
And alas it was in front of me,
I handed him the ticket,
Yet he tore it apart,
And gave me a smile instead.
“My child, you still have time,”
“I will let you on one day,”
“Until then, value the cost of a dime,”
“And always repent as one would say.”
And so he left me with a light,
I watched as the train went by,
“Hey kid, are you alright?”
“You passed out, jumping from behind.”