
Boxcars
We never know
When it’s gonna hit
Confusion or bliss
Turmoil or peace
Have any experience long enough
And we start thinking it’s gonna stick
But it never does
This life is a train passing by
Car after car offering
one experience after another
In which ones do we want to linger?
From which ones do we want to escape?
Is there a reality outside of this train?
And from There, is there any reality in it?
Who is the Watcher of the train?
Who remains unattached to the experiences within?
We ride for the thrill of it
Or we disembark and rest
And we realize we have that choice
Or we don’t
Either way, when we die
We sink back into the Watcher
Whether we choose to or not
The train disappears
And all that’s left is…
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I love boxcar artwork
Have always loved trains.
Your poem fits
These stretched heart strings
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