Life is a one-way trip on a speeding train
Filled with pleasure, learning, work and pain
I basked in sunshine and laughed at the rain
See the track rush by, try to keep myself sane
But so much of my history feels like a stain
Yesterday is gone, time spent, I cannot regain
Most of my demons will never be slain
I’ve tried and failed, until it became plain
But the power they hold has begun to wane
As time passes, I am cleansing my brain
All my loss, I count as gain
As I shed my skin time and again
Now the train is slowing under the strain
But still moving farther from the stain
Filled with pleasure, learning, work and pain
I basked in sunshine and laughed at the rain
See the track rush by, try to keep myself sane
But so much of my history feels like a stain
Yesterday is gone, time spent, I cannot regain
Most of my demons will never be slain
I’ve tried and failed, until it became plain
But the power they hold has begun to wane
As time passes, I am cleansing my brain
All my loss, I count as gain
As I shed my skin time and again
Now the train is slowing under the strain
But still moving farther from the stain
Three days earlier, I wrote two lines:
All I’ve lost, I count as gain
Shedding my skin once again
And I added a list of “ain” words to end other lines.
Here’s an early draft from my text editor:
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