The end of the rail line

When everything has been said and done
and to hope is just impractical.
When there’s no way to keep going
and we can only look back.

Rust can’t be enjoyed when it’s the only thing left.
No more depressive songs will do.
It’s the end of the rail line.
And it’s safe to hate when it’s over.

All the paths you could have taken,
all the stations that weren’t visited
and all the trains you’ve mistaken-
At least the fight is over.

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