The Train

The train rolls ever onwards
The piper smokes his last
Grab all your hopes and dreams
And stick them up your past

The train rolls ever onwards
The teacher can’t be taught
Hate is rolling down the line
Incontinence of thought

The train rolls ever onwards
From day into dark night
Gathering all the mind-moths
Burn them in the light

The train rolls ever onwards
Until it makes the end
To hide within the darkness
And greet it like a friend

 

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38 thoughts on “The Train

  1. I immediately thought of the political situation in both our countries. Although, that is the wonderful thing about poetry: it means something a little different to everyone who reads it. Wonderful metaphor for … everything!

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