This Train

This train runs on newspaper crosswords and Abandoned coffee pots. In came sunlight, a wedding, the people, And no one got off at their stops. They just keep on moving, moving, Moving, moving, Moving. This train runs on strangers. The strangest kind of kindness makes its way around. If you lose your bookmark, I cannot guarantee that Someday it'd be found. You just keep on reading, reading, Reading, Reading, reading On. This train ran into a crosswind so windy That the squares turned parallelogram. Heaven had given us its biggest Breath and blew right from the Diaphragm. Still we keep on moving, moving, Moving, Moving, moving, Moving, moving. Just keep moving. Moving, moving, Moving, moving, Moving on.