the secret of no pain

Sitting on the train
smelling the rain
seeing the pain
on the faces in the train
burning in my brain

Hearing the sound
of wheels going round
lost I am found
free I am bound
in that monotonous sound

clickety clack
there and back
on a rusty iron track
feeling sleepy and slack
clickety clack

On the vinyl seat
in someone else's heat
the warmth of living meat
left behind to greet
the next bum on the seat

Sitting on the train
here it comes again
inside my brain
the sound of the rain
the secret of no pain.

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