Railroads

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.