The Train

Sometimes just want the train to run away somewhere
never stopping so one could skip the office
to avoid a day of mental waste
Or just take thee to another world
the one near the point of no return
One might get excited to return
and appreciate what thee have been around:
the love and the attachment to love people around you depend on
Yet the train circulates on the designated tracks
as each one of us somewhat does
gets sicked gets repaired and moves on
There is no end of tunnel just yet