The doors are closed
This train is locked
You must depart
At the sixth stop
Close your eyes
And free your head
This window sill
Is your new bed
Watch the colors
Pass on by
Your reflection
Will stay a while
The conductor yells
“This ride is mineâ€Â
Don’t get off yet
Its still not your time
We’re coming to
The stop of sanity
Let us fly by
It’s useless anyway
There goes your mind
Your conscience too
You’re getting older
Its three stops too soon
Your skin is graying
Your eyes are dull
There’s life in you yet
Just pursue
“Did you have a good lifeâ€Â
The conductor sneers
Your birth, your death
It now reappears
This ride we’re on
It’s yours so hold it
Treasure it, love it
And always mould it.
This delicacy of life
Is a portrait of fears
Freedom’s in your hands
Let if flow, hold It dear
This train will stop
And you will depart
The last sign you see
is one of heart.
Ratings please :)
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