A train was roaming to the west,
roaming away my fatherland,
away from me.
It accelerated, whooshing through
the grand Siberia, the tiny Europe,
driving into the Atlantic,
diving with endless steam.
One thousand horses powered the engine
to the fallen kingdom of liberty.
One claimed, that it was a foolish counterfeit.
Another objected, that a real had never been sensed.
Deep into the sees, there was nothing else
but tiring blue. Hardly a taste of the promised liberty.
Oddly, there I heard a remote cry
from my fatherland, from my home.
Before I could tell what it actually was,
I vanished with the train, the passengers and their fights.
I sadly wake up, seeing nothing but blue sky.
Yikes, another round of blue.