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Train Tracks

a train
derailed but somehow manages
to keep running.
It’s rough.
It’s got no suspension,
even a pothole could turn it over.
But this train keeps running
from nowhere to nowhere,
it only matters that it’s still running.
Sometimes it gets back on the tracks
bored with the tracks,
it takes advantage of any small pebble
to go for wild rides in the rough,
along the edge of cliffs,
leaping cavernous pits,
gets knocked almost certainly over
but miraculously runs into trees or rocks
that set it back upright.
Sometimes the train resents this.
It is tired,
it feels like its running out of fuel
despite a knowing that it has a limitless tank,
it even misses the tracks sometimes.
But it keeps running,
from nowhere to nowhere.

— weirdelf, Jul 01, 2007

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Region, Country: Sydney, Australia, AUS

Favorite Poets: The Romantics, The Mersey Sound, The Beats and, of course, The Bard

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Conect11

18 years 11 months ago

is this

an allegory for Christianity, mein freund? It seems either that or a political statement, but I've been known to be wrong before.
weirdelf

weirdelf

18 years 11 months ago

Even I get that reference

Mighty Casey, isn't it? Maybe you didn't miss, maybe the work is just deeper than I thought. 8) cheers, Jess
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Conect11

18 years 11 months ago

lol,

perhaps... there is no joy in Mudville :)
RSScheerer

RSScheerer

18 years ago

Train Tracks

Miles of steel to form my path? I think not. Give me a pebble to knock me off, any day. Great metaphor. ~ Ronda