Waiting for the train finally,
void tickets for the ride,
you'll never know if
you'll be making the ride or not
What you know is
inexplicable but a total reality
if bought everything for the ride
you'll be occupied by it,
while an empty cage thrive to
be full before it's vanquished
Some long to bunk the ride
and last for being taken to heart
A few won't balk to leave
a trail of his own
the Lonely ride always leaves the one
watching to behold and torment
the incinerated thoughts ride with you
helpless of telling those left behind
that the ride is one
takes it all at the end
for it comes to a naught.
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