Movement Poem by Ayn Timmerman

With trains, it's never
just a one time gig. True,
we press-on memories and display forward-thinking
movements, but really, this just
isn't the veritable Hell that some
would believe in.
Still, you can't resurrect
what you don't understand, so
leaving is always an option. We have a
choice, to leave or be left, stay or go.
I'm in charge, but so are you, and
ultimately one of us is moving on.
And that's a one time gig.