Flip Poem by Jeremy Willson

They say this train lasts forever, it'll never, ever slow
They say it leads to the ocean, but who can really know?
They say Death's their mistress, but I don't even care
Life is what we make it, cause one worth living is rare
Oh to find a place where we belong
We belong, at the middle of the tracks
With sandals on, and an acoustic on our backs
It's the flip, the reverse sides one and two
Life and Death can bend or break you too
Three, four
For all the times we threw a penny down the well
Wished for what we wanted and we could never tell
Secrets left drowning at the bottom
You search them out and all you'll find is sin
That's life for you baby it's a infernal, eternal trip
But I kind of like it, so I call it the Flip