PAD 21: Train

Hear the bells, signalling 

Its arrival.

Clang, clang clang

The gates come down, 

No more access, no entry

No exit. 

Clatter, clatter, clatter

Down the track and into the station.  

The doors whoosh open. 

You step on. 

It takes you where you’re going

But also away from where you are. 

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