the midnight train

Rushing through the tracks
Sometimes all around
Where is your destination going
Or is it nowhere to be found?

Without control, it can go deep astray
So remember to clear the muddy waters
Take care of the beautiful inner garden,
Just waiting for someone to unveil their secrets.

The secret treasured garden,
With its majestic golden gate, there was just enough room to peek through,
You would see the torso holding its crown
Are you up for the midnight train?

The midnight train leads to no other place but inside.





I write for my soul

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