Life Trains Chugging Along

On track to something yet realizing nothing, On schedule yet hardly ever arriving on time. That's how we express ourselves to infinity, Still, somehow managing to jump off that path. Repairs made to egos seeming to set us straight, Along curving steel roads made of good intentions. There are times we get steaming mad about this ride, Rolling down metal trails to uncontrolled destinations. Problem is this breathing locomotive has no reverse, Clanking forward slowly then so damned fast without notice. Lives railroaded to places never dreamed of or wished for, So goes this mortal existence which promises only death. Can't take the money or baggage with you to last station, Only redeeming thing about it is the final ticket is free. So when you hear your train coming try not to miss it, Might be the only one possibly taking you to that forever. Copyright © 2014 Robert William Gruhn - All Rights Reserved "A poem to me is the essence of any thought, Being built from its foundation into tower scraping sky. It can fly like no other bird to places never seen, Even spaceships can only dream of taking its place." © 2014 Robert William Gruhn