I am Train

Slow to start heavy at heart

Creaks and moans heavy my bones

I am made of timber, steel and current

I lack but yet embellish

Courage

Heart

and a fallacy — hidden behind a curtain

my engineering wizard neatly hidden.

As I am slow to start

am I then slow to halt

my movements become a repetitive fashion

and those in my path I heed no mercy

while those on board with me always reach their destination.

An engineered masterful coordinated fury

and long it takes me to reach rot

for which I stop is only reason

and for which I move is only passion.

I am Train — are you with me?