Train Of Inspiration Poem by Thomas Anderson

Raindrops keep hitting my head
Like music that wakes heaven from death
I wander on the street, having nothing to do
I tried to find you, girl, but never saw you

I don’t know why you never talk to me
The only thing you know is jealousy
Even though I was there, giving you a stare
But you didn’t really seem to care

I go a long way and find a bar
A drink is the only thing to heal my scar
But I didn’t notice I’m next to a train station
And from then on, I hear this exclamation

‘Get on the train now, join the crowd!
This is the captain, take a bow! ’
It is an old man, shouting like barking
He is on the platform, coughing to younglings

You may think this is already the end
But there happens something you won’t comprehend
A train stops by and a bearded man gets off
He laughs like hell and starts to rock

‘This is a journey to your death
Yes, that is what I said.
Every man must pay this debt
It is something you must accept.’

I look at his face
He is merely a man of craze
But he knows I am looking at him
So he walks towards me from the platform’s rim

‘What are you looking at, dude?
Scared of challenges, are you?
I see you’re nothing but a coward
If you want to show some courage, then, come forward! ’

I am angry and insulted indeed
So I get aboard and take a seat
As the train goes, I look out the window
And see sceneries that I never know

Trees dance, clouds fly
Everyone’s enjoying this crazy ride
Women are screaming, babies are crying
Isn’t this a journey worth trying?

Starting from now I forget everything
Forget the date that I’m supposed to be going
I close my eyes and let out a sigh
Then hear again the old guy’s cry

‘Captain, won’t you step on it?
Someone here wants to know the myth.’
‘Yeah, alright, fetch your toolkit!
Get ready for this deadly cliff! ’

Crazy colours flash in front of my eyes
It seems that nobody’s afraid to die
I open my eyes and see no man
All I can see is my bloody hands

Scared, I stand up and look for the exit
Only to see the captain is blocking it
‘Honestly, why did you get aboard? ’
‘I don’t know, I think it’s all odd.’

Looking out the window again
I see a beautiful garden with a fence
Noisy music starts to roar
At once, I rush to the exit door

The door opens with a boom
Behind it was a small room
The beautiful garden is all gone
And the captain says, ‘It’s already dawn.’

I enter the room, which has only a chair
He said, ‘Don’t ask me, I’ve got no story to share.’
I ask him why there are no housewares
And he smiles, ‘Actually, nothing is there.’

Unconvinced, I sit on it
And ask, ‘What is that peculiar myth? ’
‘Haven’t you lost all your hopes?
It doesn’t matter if you don’t know the ropes.’

‘What are you talking about? ’
Confused, I start to shout out loud
‘You don’t even know the meaning of living
Then this “myth” is simply nothing.’

I spring to my feet and run through the door
But I was shocked to find that there is no floor
Somehow the train has disappeared
I fall down the cliff and see his funny beard

I grab a rock and look at his face
Surprised to find out his beard is fake
‘The train takes us to solve an eternal myth
Something interests everyone including a smith.’

He looks at me and removes his beard
‘Everything about death is all in here.’
He points at his head and shows a cunning grin
Then he sits down and starts drinking a bottle of gin

I look up and see nothing’s around
Puzzled, I shake my head and frown
‘Your girl left you so you think you’re hopeless
You want to die therefore the train serves its purpose.’

Have I ever wanted to die?
I don’t think this will is mine
My heart cries, ‘My girl, oh, my girl.
Why did you leave my world? ’

‘You have never truly lived
When you have problems, you wish for a shift
Why won’t you ever face them?
From now on, you should leave your own kingdom.’

Within a blink, he’s nowhere in sight
Back on the ground, I’m feeling all right
I’m back in the bar with a girl next to me
I smiled although I’m not sure what this means

I received a card when I’m back home
After I read the lines I know I’m not alone
‘Do you remember the taste of cheese?
It’s a feeling I long to seize.’

(By Thomas Anderson 30/6/08 19: 07)