I'm sitting by the window on a train,

Leaving landscapes behind in the pouring rain.

Flickering street lights, the crescent moon!

Whispers of the wind, birds ringing a homecoming tune

Does this train realize as it moves along its gray,

The stories, the memories it leaves along the way...

Houses built with someone's lifetime worth of gold,

Comforting laughter dripped in honey, like tales of the old

Does it realize it's carrying the weight of mankind?

Echoing memories in its coaches, that time shall bind?

Does the train realize how it turns strangers from all places, Suddenly into companions as it moves along its chase,

Does it hear the lady wishing her child's journey to be fun,

Quite ironic for a mother to bid goodbyes to her soldier son

Maybe it's the coffee talking or the way the time tarries,

But does this train realize the weight of what it carries?

Moving steadfast, untouched by the material reign,

A reminder of life's fleeting joys and pain

It moves along its track, ignoring the material world

Is it a sign of reality? How death ignores all the wealth we've hurled?