Bangs dance across my forehead.
The world turns faster than I can grasp.
With arms outstretched, I reach.
But it is not enough,
It is never enough.
The train gains speed.
The landscape becomes a blur
On the other side of the glass.
What am I leaving?
What am I arriving at?
The sun goes down.
Orange to pink, blue to purple, to black.
Two trains pass each other
I wonder what it is like,
To stand between them.
One gives,
And one takes.
Everything is broken.
Everyone is broken.
Night wind nips at my neck.
The world turns faster than I can grasp.
With arms outstretched, I reach.
But it is not enough,
So I turn around, and head back.
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