The Train

 Blue and white shades, 

All around or just straight, 

The rails unfold, 

Along the way. 


The next stop, 

I know, 

But then truly, 

Do I know? 


The last stop, I saw

And it haunts me, 

To this platform. 

Forget it, you ask, 

Remember it, I say, 

I need to know, 

What the world is, everyday. 


What is the world everyday? 

It's buzzing people all around, 

With happiness, joy, love and smiles, 

With sadness, cry, tears and vice. 


They all have a happy face, 

They all live so happy a life, 

The O God, why, 

Do I see them cry? 


Why can't we all

Just be happy for 

Each one around? 

Why can't we all, 

Leave hate for our own? 


Why is jealousy a feeling? 

Why is innocence a vice? 

Do we in this world, 

Need only a face 

That is nice? 


Trust is entrusted, 

Innocence is sold, 

The price to pay is high

Be careful of them all. 


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