To always end in harmony,
The road is ever long,
And stripped of all obscurities,
Those wisest fools continue on,
So bare a fool am I,
At least there is much road.

T'was a 'stander' on the train,
Two feet below two elbows,
Planted on a wall to lean,
A dauntless task to firm,
The rumbles from the tracks below,
Their depths so close yet in shadow,
Of charging beast,
Of leviathan snaking through the mountain paths,
Through tunnels and past swaying trees.

Stacking pipes o scaffolding,
Old ridges propped round every turn,
Artistic rope hung round likes scarves,
To make a sorry sight just dapper.

I guess I'm a little late for yesterday,
But I think I'll write a little something just the same,
I had great fun... running amok,
And with some great friends,
The future people of God,
Until today I'll be catching some sleep.