Waiting for these Wheels to Break

We are vessels,

Vessel which sustains souls,

Vessels that are in actuality trains

A mode of transportation

Machinery to connect the distance

A foreign inevitable distance that can be equated as life.

Throughout the journey

The train has captured individuals varying in age. Storing them in a sacred luxurious area.

A few passengers press patterns that perplex. A flow that corrupts the journey.

A minority of passengers fall into this flow that consists of residing and removal, remaining on the journey if it is beneficial.

The train insists on motion, continuance, tolerance.


Constant encounter of these patterns is an annoyance. We should not allow the passengers to conflict with a journey our journey. If a passenger is not willing to suffice through the hardships then why should a train allow them to board?

Numerous of detours

Will this passenger’s cycle rupture the train's core?
The sycophantic passenger never realizes the damage

The train remains pure despite the litter

Four months can equal an eternity cherish wisely, deny those who harm, harbor those who love

Gingerly eye those in the middle.

But somehow find a way

To be Good Samaritan when

Someone is in need

How can I when these wheels are breaking?