The Train That Never Comes

Down the town I walked,

To a station too far from talk.

Now I sat on a wooden bench,

Waiting for the train to fetch.

Time to time men crossed my sight,

Wondering if the man is alright.

Some walked away smiling at the fool,

Some sat down and asked for my cool.

Some tried to pull me away,

Saying that for me the train will never stay.

Some told me about another train,

asked if I would still wanted to remain.

And yet I told them,

I can see the train in view.

Far across the grassy land,

The train that never comes.

And here I will wait,

For it the bring me to a land far into dream.