#LastTrain

No guts, no glory, no story
I'm in my forties
Heading home with a distant glory
All these boarders on the train... Yorkies
They were all supposed to be family, at the ticketing... before... now
As we glide on the train tracks together
It's obvious, I'm just like them
Stop to wonder, you too... related to us, forever
Soon, it will be obvious, naturally, as ever
But,
We all question the moving train, "where are ye cometh from either?"
Where we are going? A place with new birds
Home! there... Where we will flock together
Just like now... Cocks, moving house in comfort
Sent by another train, to make no other turn
To unlearn, to only yearn, every thought Stern
From the paradise in Globania
Through Romania and Nigeria and also Utopia
Every passenger keeps one faith...
We are home already, we just have to wait
To transform, change into weights
As soon as the trains stops on the day's date
Then we'd hate... The fake present...
We can't be blood on the train, wonderfully... so... chungless whine...
Later mate....
My family.