The platform sits alone and undisturbed,

But for Repetition and Change.

A whistle screams into the nearing void,

The metal marvel slides into the station:

A train, with ‘Evolution’ etched into the side of its coaches,

And with Circumstance its conductor,

Tending to the engine of Tomorrow,

On the tracks of Life.

Repetition remains while Change moves along.

With a wave and a nod, Change leaves quickly,

Because Circumstance runs a tight ship,

And Tomorrow must not keep Life from waiting.

Repetition remains as the train departs,

Dreading the trajectory of the tracks in front of him.

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