Relativity

Everthing seems long to me
(Train-carriage bound)
Spears and runways
That threaten to wound
Or sweep me away to multiple horizons
Observers in the wake
Look on in a diesel daze
As we growl by
Ploughs and rivers
That confuse me as I underestimate them
For my carriage-bound companions
Shrink-wrapped into place
Only the journey is real
A democracy of selves
Lost in screens and destinations