Derailment

We are our own engine pulling our Past.

Laying our Future, one Rail at a task.

So as with a train with endless Coal,

We too can pull whatever our Past has to hold.

One track segment at a time does an Engine cross,

Brings smooth riding on its Rails Future toss.

A pleasant smooth Future we may lay for ourselves.

Or a roughly shaped structure can be pulled from the shelves.

But as long as your laying Rail down.

You won’t derail even at sundown.

So as the Engine hauls on its load,

Let us too Coal up for the past we do hold.

One track segment at a time do we cross,

Brings smooth riding unless we do stop.

We are our own Engine pulling our past.

Laying our Future, one Rail at a task.