Of the wheels that rumble in the misty distance.
No schedule or announcement to signal its approach,
No one around for me to ask assistance.
It comes and goes so stealthily, never screeching to a stop.
Sometimes it hits me at a hundred miles per hour.
That's when I get a rush, that racing high, that steals my breath away.
Though I wish I could be struck a little gentler.
Oh here's my chance! It's coming now! Already within view.
Doors open wide, welcoming me to join the ride.
But a voice calls out, I turn around, and it zips out of sight again!
Ugh, right before I had the chance to step inside...
And there it chugs away again, whistling its farewell.
That blasted train I've hardly ever caught.
So here I wait impatiently for its unpredictable return,
My stupid. Little. BLOODY Train of Thought.
A creative piece about missing the perfect opportunity. We've all been there! An Amazing entry by Undiscoveredmuse. Leave a comment for our fellow poet!
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