THE TRAIN

I think the train to begin to move slowly
leaved the old station
The tree was vagued , fly beside our windows
The poles are run , i can't see decided
It's true , the train to begin to move, to climb the mountain
bending and spreading
go to next station or fly to the moon

There is breeze make the sleepy
There is mountain range , make to be dew our face
There is race field dependention rain, make green our dream
There is jungle make the mysterious
There is shake of railway track, cause the swing , sometimes
There is sleep soundly
There is carsick
There is comfortable
There is afraid
if the train stop suddenly or arrived

This train i call heart train
Walk on the dark, to show the way
Roam the earth
may be it's just my subconsciousness desire.