3The train rushes
and the engine sighs;
My reflection stares back
as I look outside.
I sit comfortably
in this train,
Watching the drizzle
turn into rain.
If you walked pass me
you wouldn't know
that the person you glanced at
was really a ghost.
It continues to slither
on its smooth, metal tracks.
So quickly it goes
that you can never look back.
Maybe that's why
I'm on this runaway train:
I have nothing to lose
for I never gained.
If you sat down
right in front of me,
would you have known
I'm not really here?
Faster and further,
away from the past.
Colder and stranger,
I'm free at last.
Green grass on hills
is where I am;
this is my destination,
where my journey ends.