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