Train of thoughts on my track
With passengers there for the ride
Whispering shouting and singing
Which ones I find hard to decide
Changing lines at a halt or a junction
One way tickets to platforms unknown
Signals say green as the future has been
In fields full of seeds that I’ve sown
Here and there on a slope I meander
As if the route I was taking had choice
Sheets in the wind upsetting my tack
Screaming stop at the top of my voice
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