Billboards
Travel through a land of forgotten time.
Billboards everywhere, none worth a dime.
People traveling with no where to go.
Others analyzing the fallen snow.
Abundant energy and none of it used.
Life on earth through distorted views.
This train that runs these melted tracks,
seems headed for turning back.
It will continue as it had started.
With people wanting and people taunting.
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