Life passes by like a train journey.

It starts of really slow you notice everything beyond your window

The fox asleep on someone’s shed roof

The mad underwear hanging on a saggy washing line

The cannabis plants thriving in a most unwell kept garden

Old settees and fridges decomposing in back yards

The backs of houses give way to rolling countryside

Not much chance to see the wildlife now it’s moving too fast

The land and life become a blur all rushes past life is moving fast

As we approach the next station slowing down the blur becomes focused

Once more we see the shady side the backs of unloved houses

Other passengers waiting to step into our journey through time

Another slow start then a speeding blur, journeys end approaches

With the crashing of the buffers everything stops abruptly for young and old

No more clickety clack no more speed induced blurring of the vision

We have all reached the end of the line, that’s the end of that