And the mystery train
Drove me through the night rain
Cars swishing by in rivulets
Swimming rats go down the drain
Black tar roof out my window
Puddles pooling, mirroring shadows of clouds
I'm not dead
I'm only dreaming
Waking up for rainbows
Nothing but fool's gold.
This was supposed to be a foolish poem written on Aprils Fools' Day. These images stayed with me all day and this is what I came up with.
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