451. Poem by Jaden Knight

A bud of mine helped me create a mighty steam train
from the scrap we found in my existence
he says I will need it soon enough
when my life is back on track

We built it strong enough to keep going
once the brakes were off
to slam through any obstructions
that might be getting in the way

The funnel is in black gloss
while the rest is a forest green
the wheels are red and shiny
the pistons sparkling in the weak sun light

It's meant to carry me for the rest of my days
before I am derailed again
until then it will do its job
once I have my life back on track