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Despite all the people in my head,

Shouting that the world is dead,

I felt something alive,

And green grass started to grow,

The train’s wheels went off the track

A long long time ago,

But it keeps moving,

Keeps moving, out of the desert and into green,

Where it stops I jump off the train, it was old and getting dead,

I take off my shirt and run into the lake, right as I hit the water

Day turns to night,

And I stare, floating, and the stars and their moon,

Despite all the voices in my head,

Shouting that the world is dead,

I felt something alive,

And green grass started to grow.

Michael Brandon Falk