Someday it’s just me, wrapped up in sweet solitude,
strolling mindlessly on the deserted railroads.
the trees have overgrown, in neglect.
the graveled path is thick with moss,
it’s been a long while since the train had crossed
the sad, forgotten railroad.
It’s just me, everyday,
Sitting crossed legged on the damp moss.
Watching the light fade to black.
and I only found overwhelming
peace on there on the railroads.