I hear it in the distance,
slowly moaning out in the darkness of the thick air,
calling me… if only I could go...
but it won’t wait for me...
but it does come back every night,
midnight...
when the world is as still as the hot air around me.
I feel stuck in this place, with no escape.
In the day, my world is covered with gray clouds,
They cover the sky, and lock me in this place...
It’s hard to remember there is a world outside of this.
This world of constant gray clouds and no escape...
Where time slowly moves through the motionless air...
And every day is the same… nothing ever new...
But the train...
It promises so much more.
It cries out, with a long wail...
I Wonder where it is going...
But the truth is, I don’t care...
…Anywhere but here.
It’s my escape, my one ticket to freedom...
It promises adventure, and a chance...
Guided by the full moon through the fog.
But... not tonight...
One day...
I’ll be on that train, and I’ll find out,
I’ll know, where it goes.

 
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