Far away is the dawn going to embark,
Or is it here going to get dark?

Is this caterpillar of iron on its way to some destination,

Or waiting to unload at the next station?

I've shone bright all day,

I've run under the sun all day.

The barren tracks stretch along a long way,

The new roads are walked upon in a diminishing ray.

The path is new,the sky is black,

Within any further direction,i lack.

Yet movement continues,

The cycle rotates,

Leaving behind its mark,

Opening new gates.