The train is quiet
Nobody makes a whistle
Nobody says a word
And the greenish horizon flows like sea
Waves braking on the shore.
The train is quiet
Somebody has a book
Somebody has earplugs
But the bluish horizon gets filled with windmills
Turning arround without knowing time.
The train is quiet
But the mind isn't
But the soul isn't
And the parallel tracks passes like an endless
River to any uncertain destination.
