flowers on my skin [ poetry ]

ride

just like trains we are

going so fast, the trees outside haven't been admired yet

we let people in, but the doors have to close after a while
no new people, not anymore

we are used, taking people wherever they need to go
take a seat
but soon you alight
i hope i was worthwhile

I'm at a new place
my arms open again
"come in"
"I'll take you where you need to go"

we breakdown
stop in the middle of nowhere

there's no time for this
i need to go
i have more people to help
people need me

how nice would it be to get off, just for a little bit
they view needs to be seen, every single detail

just like trains we are