Train Track

Here we go down the track, 

Speeding by all green and black.

Looking for the final place,

Where we can find some space.

Clickity clack is what we hear,

To tell us we are about there.

Looking out the window,

In hopes of finding a rainbow,

Of the hopes we do seek.

Instead all is bleak,

With the rain falling

I might start bawling.

©2014 Brady Burgener