Trains
A train rolled in and disappeared as fast as a thought. A car does not move that way. Not a bird, not even a trolley.
Thoughts are like a train, with the thoughts therein. Transporting people, people as ideas. Tearing down the machine. Erode the fabric of the seat. Thoughts shaped by events. Consequences of a living or a dream? As varied as passengers, personalities and their history.
Attrition in us. We have to alleviate them. It is logical to choose the short path. You want that the discomfort will go away.
A close relief may be a distraction.
The train rushes, it has a tempo. we trust in the track despite the crescendo. It's a machine, a non-human thing. But, however, thoughts may be that train. Swift and merciless.
The rails must carry the train
I must be stronger than the thought
I wear the thought
The rail can burst
it need not be the train's fault
it can ram something
it was the track that did not keep
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A train derailed and rammed a building. Rumours of a maniac spreads. But it was not the train's fault, it was the rails'. Who hath cast bars? Many people put them there. Whom shall we blame? No one, it can happen. It was an accident and it is sad.
Other tracks, heavy green cars pass by on the horizon. it does not stick with me, but is just as strong there as here.
Passengers can get a warm feeling to visit us. But we are always in the same place. At any stop we are, we are here. In you ...
Manouver to distract
A composition which is not perfect can still fill the feeling of perfection. It need not be conventional to stimulate a specific purpose, such as harmony.