Train

By Kunal Bhattacharya

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In a box you've slept all your life,

Isn't that something you do when you die?

I guess there's a way of a train of life

And I hope you get on it tonight.

You thought that you'd have to play better and hard

than any other child who's played so far,

The idea was for you to have fun,

To take a look around in this never ending run.

Don't you just want to be fine sometime?

What's it like to stay in the cold

where you think of her and walk alone

in a dead body?

While everyone is under the stars,

how does it feel to stand so far?

Do you feel alive?

And why do you send your thoughts to the sky?

There used to be a time I was a little guy

With sparking eyes like a dreamer,

Imagining, was I an explorer of a kind to find something?

“Grow up and arrange!” said a wind of change,

Blowing me into the river,

It must have already know that I'd be on my own and that I couldn't swim.

When people come to you they don't want ‘you’ in you,

They're far too lazy!

Be the talk of town or just another clown

and they’ll call you crazy!

You fit in a box, you filled your heart with rocks,

In life you're a fraud;

So live a little son, laugh a little, finally.

Don't you just want to be fine sometime?

Oh! I've been a man of a very little brain,

I lost myself, Death and I almost missed the train.

But you found me and gave a meaning to life,

It’s just a number of days in a very little time

And I just want to be fine sometime.

By Kunal Bhattacharya