Hold your head high, don’t feel inferior, you’re as much as anyone else
This is real and sad, who will give head to he thought as the train moves on?
The train leaves the station
Push, shove, struggle to hold on
The precarious rails
The winding trails
All seemed so safe
Yet somehow unsound
In another light of another dawn
A child is born
His cry pierced the still air
Commencing his innocent life’s game
Still to be seen
Whether he plays it fair
The train hurtles towards its terminal
It is a stop we know all too well
Familiarised through scriptures and prayers
The concept of heaven and hell
Boarded at the same time and place day after day
A safe harbor, a comforting platform secluded in arbor
It grunts and groans
Sending up collective moans
Waging a battle with friction
While we fester in a prized seat’s predilection
Blithely ignoring to tame our ignorance’s malediction
The journey, the passage, the travel
All too short, somehow still too long
We gaze out the window and let jumbled thoughts unravel
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