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A/N: Because I had this sitting on my computer, and because the Little Prince is one of my fictional best friends, and because just because. This is a tag to the LP, when the Prince talks of the trains.
To the readers of my other story, I promise it's coming… soon. :-)
Disclaimer: Anything you recognize, I do not own.
The train windows tell a story;
Of two very different kinds.
The children are the wanderers-
The adults (the travelers) have almost lost their minds.
The children revel in wonder and awe; the simplicity- they've been tamed,
By dogs and dolls and non-tangible things- the excitement of the age.
They're pressing noses up to windows, using hearts as eyes,
As the grown-ups check their watches, nodding off and tapping feet;
They think they know just what they want-
But foolish are the things they seek.
They look up and down and everywhere, but never where is needed-
Eyes are blind and hearts are under siege; they can't see and aren't satisfied.
Everyone is part of a huge Trolley Problem (every move a murder)-
Grown-ups choose the passive five; children save the majority but lose the two.
And the children are like balloons, floating free- just looking for understanding and veritable simplicity;
But the adults are like anchors, sinking slowly- tricking themselves to look for the ground when it's really the sun they seek.
And so the trains are all headed in the same direction, but the passengers all seek different things.
It's not hard to lose sight of what one needs (the children still know, in fact)-
But want seems to prevail amongst the oldsters- material and numbers and places quickly becoming the only (misguidedly)-
Valuable facts.
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