Gloam persists thoroughly throughout,
A flicker, humble, at war with the dark.
How is this thing supposed to cease its movement
If it has no place to park?
Singing words known by none
Relaxed as dreams and fears may go,
Nodding skull to a brilliant tone
Enveloped by truth;
Paranoid to the bone.
Chaotic peace has never shone on misgivings,
In the way a headlamp does over the conductor\'s properties of this cabin.
Passengers a\'many, intent on seeing family.
Be it pleasure, be it business,
Could be for a holiday,
That of Kwanzaa, or that of Christmas.
Greeted, escorted, a polarizing, chilled plateau.
Ideals held within that shall never be received.
\'Cause lo and behold, with nowhere to go, -
This behemoth shan\'t stop for me.
Hours late, Overseer\'s parting shared.
The operations abandoned, long devoid of population.
The Gods deemed it fair for whoever
To crack a window, for respiration.
When the passengers found their street,
And departed with nothing to give:
Their actions produced frigid vibes
More bitter than the will to live.
Carried luggage, cigarettes, trilby attire -
Then went about the day.
Although it\'s uncertain how it was managed
To lose the train along the way.
Tarnished rails condemn a halt;
Eternity for it shall flee.
Sleepers warped, rusted, bare,
Clanks, on and on ~
Like people that are not here,
Its terminus is long gone.
When first I stepped aboard this rail,
It was then, and still is now:
The apex of my providence.
Lacking fulfillment, I rejoice in desolation,
And await this ill journey\'s end.