Stowaway

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I used to watch the train charge through our dusty town
Steady, indifferent, bullish
And the world stopped and watched
What else could it do?
I wondered at the mysterious cargo -
The land it would weave through
That only the lonely conductor would see
To carry such weight alone
To push forward in any weather
     To whither yard
	  and why
I pictured myself jumping aboard
The where and why
	Devised strategies
		Imagined what I might find.
Stowaway
    With little more than a knapsack to stow away
Aimless no more
One way course
Agenda
…
Finally