The Sound of the Engine

It all gets ahead of you

It all gets away from you

All of it happens so fast

It’s not like the eternity

Once pondered and pictured

When you were as high

As your old man’s knee

It’s more of an avalanche

More of a storm

More like a dog’s leash

Taut with a Doberman

Raging and barking

Hurtling forward

Chasing a rabbit

That you cannot see

Momentum pushes you forward

Despite your best efforts

You can set your mind still

Through the passing of moments

Yet you still feel the engines

Churning below you

Which can’t stop for anything

That pay head to nothing

No matter your wishes

Despite this soliloquy

I’ve slowed naught and nothing

The train slows for no one

No stops ‘til the end of the line

So I’ll fill up my world

With the tools to learn

That the sound of the engine

Can be kind of calming

Maybe even relaxing

Even if it knows nothing for me

Gene G. McLaughlin 2015