Trains roll on, stretched from a past so far away that even God doesn't know where they started. They stop my world and force me to think, to dream
Moving one car at a time, like the lives that touched me. Headed toward a destiny on a track leading out over the horizon. Stretched far into the darkness of what we could be, might be.
I see it move away toward someone else in some other town and I wonder if they will see in the train all that i see, and have the same thoughts and will they send their visions on down the line. A great living thing, carrying not just goods, but a emissary of memories and dreams.