The Train
It circles the city, looping in endless Ouroboros
The train does not pass through
People ride in unending loops
How they came to be on this strange train is unknown
They exist here without reason
There are no signs to say where you are
No way of knowing if your stop is next
Not until you're at the platform if you miss it, count
Try not to miss it again
The rule: take all you have with you
Some have ridden so long they can't hope to carry their lives
So they sneak, not to steal
To place, a bauble here, a memory there
watch your items
Don't let your life run away with itself
The unspoken rule: you can leave with nothing
Drop it all and dive
Exit the train not knowing who you are
A Blank Slate
Take it all, or take nothing
Else ride forever