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Sleek, silvery, and of late, painted with pictures of county fairs and baseball adverts.
Carrying weary souls of travel to their predetermined destination.

Everyday. Non-stop.

Lulling me to sleep with its smooth, quiet chug-chug while passing through picturesque backdrop or snarled traffic, snubbing ’em all for it has a schedule to keep. No time to stop and smell the roses.

Yet, just like myself, gets tired of traversing lines back and forth. Breaks down. Following signals that seem meaningless to an ordinary organic.

At the end of the day, brings these souls back. Rest now. Bids goodbye as the sun sets.

Tomorrow again, my trusty train.
See you I shall.


soulful machine