Remember that sound of an approaching train,
The echo, the horns, that noise of wheels,
And its various constituents, trying to keep in sync,
And continue forward, wholly,
Train wheels, across the rail tracks,
This clutter and myriad combinations,
Gears, links, and all of their coherence,

And each approaching train,
Has this soothing voice,
Wanting you to linger there with it,
Until it passes, right through in front of your eyes,
And wait, please don’t gaze too long,
It might leave you a little nauseous!

And sometimes,
walking opposite the direction of these tracks,
you hear this train,
Moving away,
Far far away,
With its noise,
now molding into the melancholy of brazen farms,
And dried up wheat,
Resonating,
mocking you for missing yet another train,
To run as fast along with it,
And if you won’t,
Are you not missing another train?

Some days you would turn back,
And intently across the vast distance,
Gaze at it, leaving you behind,
And you peacefully will smile,
Content to be left behind,
For not all trains which pass by,
Are not for you to just run along with,

On some other day, you would resume,
To walk straight back,
To home, where you now belong,
With no reflections of ever escaping!