A long way to go,
A long time to ponder,
Views of half built structures,
Views of shelters along the tracks.
A long way to go,
People miss the roads and walk the tracks,
And as it passes,
It resonates its chugging all around.
Tick, tick, tick,
“Passes and tickets please”, says he,
And as he nears, some may skip a heartbeat,
But a station arrives, and in comes the crowd to save their lives.
Writers Ink 