May 16, 2009
Sometimes I feel
Like we are the same as trains
Chugging along
On the set path,
Wondering astray,
Would lead to a mass doom day.

Our fires keep building,
Getting hotter and hotter,
Every ounce bottled up,
Going faster and faster,

We blow out our steam.

It can be dangerous
If you are in direct line of fire,
Though that’s not what we desire,
To harm an innocent bystander.

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