5The iron lines
Horizon bound
Are forever calling on.
Walking the tracks,
T'was rain, sun, rain, snow, rain
T'was cargo, passenger, freight
Lighting the horizon.
Forever approaching as I,
Forever walking.
Seeing it approach
Ever closer, ever clearer.
Feeling it tremble.
Wanting to run
My legs simply walk, unconcerned
O, to fall to my knees!
To stop this movement
The clanking resonating in my heart
It is now so close.
Dumbly moving forward
I feel the rush, the wind.