we don't drive the train
we live our lives out in a line
like trains roll down a track
with switches, twists and tunnels
but we never can go back
each station we encounter once
our ticket stamped one way
we look out little windows
from a car inclined to sway
we stretch our legs, relax a bit
and know that we’ll arrive
we learn to love the journey
knowing we don’t get to drive
In science one tries to tell people, in such a way as to be understood by everyone, something that no one ever knew before. But in poetry, it's the exact opposite.
Franz Kafka (1883-1924) Czech writer.
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| we don't drive the train | 0 | 02/16/2010 |
| the wordsmith | 1 | 02/15/2010 |
| no do overs | 0 | 02/15/2010 |
| perspective | 0 | 02/15/2010 |
| why not? | 2 | 02/15/2010 |
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