Boxcars, boxcars, boxcars
The boxcar - in which I lay, Shudders, but is motionless upon the track, Railroad ties don't believe the lies: Dying on a million old book racks. Oh, but I wish it would move - Wish it could just take me somewhere, As if in a dream maybe it could be my escape; Beauty flowing by in panoramic splashes... Sign in to see full entry.