Nothing stops you in your trackslike a train.
So loud you can hear it call out for miles,
so mighty that the ground rumbles beneath it
as it hurls itself forward,
so fast that passing boxcars
are just a blur of rusted steel.
There’s no way around it;
a train stops traffic and commands respect,
a spitfire humming with grit and purpose,
refusing to rest till the job is done.
