Thoughts ( A Poem )

They have their own trains,
Some shorter than others,
And all prone to abrupt stops,

Day passes paid for with pennies...

They have sparks that inspire them, 

Or influences that smother them.

Emotions that misguide them,

Or conformities that hide them...

Or teachings that confine them.

But even much more so,

Pre-sleep nights that define them.

Lets them be grown.

Beyond what is told,

What is heard, 

So that they may make you, you

Enrich your years,

Fertilize understanding, 

And maybe

Question 

What is "known"