Endless Freight Train This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine.

The hour draws near,
The day comes to an end.
But also abeginning, from one cave to another.
The period betweenfleeting.
Momentarily my life is brightened,
Rays from the sunwarm my
Face. Ever speeding to time
If only for a brief moment. Iarrive in my shelter,
Resting, absorbing free time.
I dress forthe second time that day.
Choking my neck, blanketing my body.
Allfor greed, and power.
Controlling me, driving my veryexistence.
Faster and faster, all for what?
The mightydollar,
Placed on a pedestal, Above life itself.
I serve thedollar and
The people. Always wanting
More, sooner, better, forless.
Demanding the highest from me,
Giving nothing inreturn.
Children scream; people bitching -
All fornothing!
Perhaps only to make my life miserable!
Short, fat, tall,skinny, ugly and beautiful, all alike
In their incessant greed; allserve the dollar.
We buy, sell, spend and save all at itswhim.
Time being relatively short
Seeming to have no use tome.
Give up more for nothing
In return. Asked to spare an extraday
Having nothing better
To do. Through the
Screams and theharping.
Comes a day, payday.
Looking back I realize,
It's notworth it!
The giving, and giving
and never trulyreceiving.
Life trudges on still,
With or without me.
Nostopping the
Endless freight train
of Life!

This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.

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