Reason

I jumped on-board this train called reason,
informative, thought provoking, just in season.

As we pulled out of the train station,
getting studied up was my new cessation.

I looked at papers concerning agricultural wonders,
as the train swooshed past so many toxic blunders.

I searched the latest news on transportation discovery,
as the train slowed to narrowly escape a catastrophe.

But the train pressed ahead across the land,
"reason" I whispered, taking another book in hand.

I studied man's victories in energy made global,
ironically as the PA announced, "next stop, Chernobyl".

I then read an article about great discoveries in science,
as the seat back on my chair slipped again in defiance.

This train called reason I soon did surmise,
was no more than some kind of elaborate disguise.

I got off the train of reason and went to the ticket booth.
I traded my passage that day for a train called Truth.

By: Preston Pittman

I love you.