Fortress of Dissolitude

Train Car, train car, train car
Counting the cars pass by
Though I really can’t count
So perhaps I am just noting
Their passage through my life
An ability to observe but not quantitate
I simply feel they are going by
The train cars, the people, life
The colors, the graffiti, the shapes
All blend into one experience
I won’t lament the passing of analysis
From my observations of the world
Train car, train car, train car