A Reality As Yet Not Figured Out

Train coming down the tracks faster down the mountain its whistle blowing loud and clear, telling everyone to get out of the way. Filling the atmosphere with peaceful and wonderful music that gathers momentum just like a train going through a tunnel. Traveling downhill at a rapid pace trying to catch up to time, but it never does, a reality that no one can yet figure out wanting it to never end though. Alert, awake, whistle blowing loud, speed racing like the purring of a cat when content, a totally possible wonder that will continue every time. Whenever that whistle's blowing a melody all its own, nothing can compare, as mountain gaps whistle in return in echoes that continue their lonesome whistle.