Rhythm of the Rails

The train pulls away into the blurred night,
Streetlights fading like ghosts in the rain.
The platform was loud, we lost our last light,
Was there anything left to explain?

Autumn is weeping, a wall made of glass,
You whisper, "Is there a way to return?"
I shrug off the question, watch the miles pass,
Some bridges are better to burn.

Falling deep into the click-clack of steel,
Tomorrow a station, silent and vast.
Hello new life, how strange you feel,
I’ve left all the weight of the past.

Take me away, into the blind unknown,
Far from this city of shattered glass hearts.
The engine is screaming, the final tone,
Where the track ends, the journey starts.

My train is a ghost, skipping stations of old,
Where I once lingered, where I once stayed.
Fate told me clearly, "Let go of the gold,
The path is the choice that you’ve made."

The world is a river of heavy regret,
Somewhere my joy is wandering free.
I haven’t found how to catch it just yet,
Though it’s been waiting for me.

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