The Train of Life

Thru the dirty roads of solid clay,
Drained mud, parallelepipeds and other types…
I heard the same story from all kind of people
That would take us to different ways
And the story was transformed-
on each dissertation…
And in this journey, the story does not change;
Just change its personages.
And the interpretation of each one,
Is another story…
On the same track;
Between the balance of the wagons,
The story repeats itself
In the train of life!
 

 

Jade da Rocha