The trains they go out of the station
They don't care for our lives or for our conversation
We're just searching for a revelation
But they're just searching for their next stop
We look at the world to try and find a reason
For murderers and thieves and those who commit treason
When we act a certain way we wonder who we're pleasing
While the trains are making their way to the top
I guess I should find a way to beat them there
But when I think that way I give myself a scare
It makes me feel uneasy it makes it hard to bare
And anyway those trains just seem to be too fast
So now I will sit back and just try to stay free
I know that somewhere around here I left my sanity
But if I don't find it soon I know that I will be
Forever in the place where a train has passed
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem