where do you think the parallel rails actually meet?
Do they meet up somewhere under the water:
Or somewhere, where the vagueness prevails at the end of light?
Where do you think the parallel rails actually meet:
When they have stories to tell each other?
Stories about the trains making a rough friction on the bodies of the rails-
Or the stories about two lovers, swaying on either side of the rail to create a balance,
As they walk upon it with their fingers entwined tight.
They've written their future of togetherness on the rails itself.
Where do you think the parallel rails actually meet?
Is it that 'parallel world' thing?
Maybe it's where their roles aren't confined within the duality.
Maybe it's where their roles wouldn't correspond to the vagueness today.
Do you think they'll end up in solitude?
~ The Parallel Rails
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