A Train Through Time

The train speeds on, a time machine,
A journey through history, yet to be seen.
The leading line, a guiding force,
Through tunnels and tracks, a steady course.

The empty seats, a reminder of change,
Of times that have passed, now out of range.
The world outside, a blur of light,
A symbol of progress, in the dark of night.

This train through time, a journey of hope,
A way to move forward, a way to cope.
The past may be gone, but the future remains,
A world of possibility, with endless domains.

The leading line, a path to the new,
Towards a world, that's yet to ensue.
The train moves on, through city and town,
A symbol of progress, in the world upside down.

So let us ride this train through time,
Towards a future, that's yet to chime.
A world of movement, of sound and light,
Of endless possibilities, in sight.