From our first cry on a cold sterile delivery room table to the last deep inhale We are all on a long dark train We stop get off stretch our legs We get back on hoping for a better destination We stop to enjoy a little life here a lot of life there always aware that we are still on board At points in time the engine is dragging us up the mountain passes with those giant driving wheels slipping and sliding to stay on track Other times we train our eyes on the trestle during the tight and terrifying turns The locomotive provides motivation to forward motion Until that day when our engine puffs and steams us toward the big station in the sky
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