2 May 2012
Look through the windows, Blocked by countless things. Up there's only clouds, But a storm's gathering.
Rivers lead to the sea, The same unwanted place, But no train of mine Knows where to terminate.
The tracks twist and turn, Curving through the land, But in the end it's useless; My trains are all unmanned.
No control, no wheel, They speed as they please, I try and stop them but They just drive past me.
They're blind and deaf, Unable to see The upcoming cliff, The relentless sea.
If I don't find the power, They'll all tumble down, Screeching as they fall from My lack of a crown.
But perhaps that's best, To be no better than dead, For I may feel no happiness, But I won't feel this dread.
Trains • Opuss № I