The Speeding Train - The Lapse

To the trains go by

To the engines that gave me chills

To make fun of your poor classmates

You gave up these thrills

These are the beautiful, the rose’s petal

The steamship’s muscle, the sleight of hand hustle

They’re the deepest felt that do not get questioned

They’re the pure aesthetic that give us direction

They’re the softest skin, the thickest grin

The perfect pitch, the puppy’s chin

The speeding train, the arched ceiling

The curving hip, the soothing shade

Do not be afraid to let it take you without jealousy

It’s guiltless pleasure, it’s freedom to its possessor

Attraction’s a treasure we can not hold

And the sake of one lover denies seduction’s hold

I answer to beauty, not weakness but reason

Not spite but seasons, not wrong but feelings

To the softest skin, to the thickest grin

To the perfect pitch, to the puppy’s chin

To the speeding train, to the arched ceiling

To the curving hip, to the soothing shade

To the speeding train…