I can hear them cranking up in my ears, each pin, each wheel, all moving in my mind. Like a train headed out on a long journey.
The smoke, the people, the line of track work ahead.
In my mind, I see the train come to a junction filled with tracks headed in every direction. Each track representing the choices I make in life.
Which track to take...
So many miles of track work...
So many hands used to make them...
Even the hands that dug up the steel...
Real men of steel.
A stream on conscientiousness with no purpose...
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