Racing through the night, giving music a run for its money in rapid rhythms as they keep racing down the tracks.
Train whistle blowing, helping to keep track of where you're going, living in rhythms being clapped and sung quickly.
An enticing fun time giving life an interior excitement in measures of music while it's playing.
Traveling up and down through tunnels of life, never quite getting enough of those genuine fast-paced rhythms.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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