I am merely a passenger in this train
As it journeys to mountians, tunnels, and beautiful terrain


Although tired an weary, moving in an exagerated tone
I am merely a passanger in this train and I am not

alone

There are Roses, Paintings, and Knives
scattered all about

The Roses, vessels of beauty, canisters of life
they brought me temporary happiness, distractions from

the strife


In time, However, The Roses have too become weak and

drained
While light is abundant in this train, glimpses of

their past have always reinged

Once Roses started to leave
the Painting have too

What used to be a statue of color and grace
turned into spot for a shallow unmarked grave

They used to shelter my imagination
from the rest of the train's population
But in time my thoughts have been too bear, too bear

for this Cavern of Affirmation.

They used to keep me company, the Roses and the

Paintings
But that was in the past, before the Knives occupied the ceilings

These Knives, shinny like gold and sharp like the mind
They keep me in awe and caused my demise

Always scattered, never in uniform
Vigilanties keep me in line and forever near the storm

They introduced me to the dark side of the train
filled with Realistic morality and dilemmas of

acceptibility

They allowed me to rave for my life without ecstasy
while teaching me in proverbs and banked perpetuity

I am thankful to the roses for sharing their beauty, or

to the paintings for feeding my soul
but to the Knives I owe my gratitude
for they are the ones that made me whole

They showed me the life beyond this train
For what is joy without the pain?