Train ride :P my goofy little poem-story
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between the lives that flash by ever so quickly
as the train speeds faster and faster
forgetting and forgetting
a growing ticking sludge constricts and complicates
lives, which were once free and sustained
rubble; not quite but not quite
was there ever a city?it hides behind them as they fall apart,
shattered into thousands of smaller yet smaller pieces
each one less useful than the last
yet I feed it.they see it
do they see it? they must
or maybe they are stuckBut no! alas one speaks up
To stop it, we must
challenging, of course
but he saw the despair and felt it too.
and stuck and stucksomeone else said he was wrong, but they didnt have any ideas either
Its not hard to see the whole city as a train
more like a train ever splitting and intersecting itself
people smashing and connected to each other in an unending web
each train has only one passengerbut they’re all conducted by just one guy
but he’s drunk
or maybe he’s not real
or maybe he knows what he’s doing more than us
or maybe I spoke to him
but heard the wind insteadits weird, sorry for rambling