My lonely tracks yearn for steam.
Whistles and thunder. Passengers and hope.
No steel wheels on polished rails.
No clickety clack on train tracks.
Golden age ransacked. Speed and haste.
Raging silence conquers desire for motion.
Long time to sit and wait.
Graced by tormenting blur. Swift. Silent.
Memories are relinquished by passing time.
Clacker jackers care not for steam.
Hasty lives spent on rubber wheels.
Slower pace never considered. Only blur.
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