The Train

A train
Starting up
At a slow speed
Then zipping forward
At a fast pace
That knocks the hats off those watching
 .
It zooms ahead
Everything on the sides
Is a blur
It barely has time to celebrate
Birthdays
Holidays
And weekends
As it races through the moments
Like a little girl
With her first soda
 .
As it speeds ahead
The exciting blur
Fades
To greyer tones
No longer exciting like before
Now they ripple
In and out
Of tunnels of sadness
And happiness
The extraordinary
Is normal
 .
Forgetting the fun
The wishes
The dreams for the future
As interest wanes
Where once a bonfire
Now sits a candle
 .
The train slows to a halt
And out walks
The one-time fan
Who sits down on a bench
Slowly
As the the train departs
Passing by
Causing their hat to fall off
Making them chase it
To another train

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