The train brought more than expected,
hauling more than its cars could contain,
Its tracks always sang such a sweet song
Bringing smiles to souls that remain.

A shadowy, dark sort of haven
Rent for nothing and all at the same,
a first-come first-serve destination
reservations are always self made

Here comes that train again.

The sounds,
call the poorest home,
prys the rich from their waking slumber,
So sharply they hum resolutions,
new shelter, for rest, they shall seek.

The tracks bend below like parallel bows
The pressure of societies’ necessities
Never one sharing the next situation
Some live if only they conform.



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