Arriving with the morning train
The past behind, future’s to gain
With rising steam and grinding squeal
Win or lose by the stop of a wheel

Trains of thought left at the station
Journeys begin without hesitation
A planted foot, a start to make
A next will follow to lead and take

Lines disappear like the rail
As is the road or dusty trail
Tracks go where has been seen
Logs of time spiked in between

Platforms appear, rise or fall
Sounds heard, herding all
Most go, some have remained
Paths unknown for those untrained

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