A New –System-Bound Train

In my deep sleep, I am dreaming of space,

Weapons and of things seen in the pictures.

At eight, a bomb wakes me up.

Rummaging in my bags and my drawers,

Running here and there,

Quickly I leave the house in disarray.

In the station, sheep and goats are in hurry.

The train stops.

All get on, but goats.

They beseech the conductor, with tears down their eyes,

For mercy. He then recommends them

To be well prepared for the next trip.

With powerful speed, the train bounds onwards.

Suddenly a roaring lion shows up.

Glad and impatient, he comforts the poor goats,

And promises to have a rap session,

And let them travel in a bespangled plane.

Naively, they follow him.

I, left alone in the station, wonder

Whether am a sheep or a goat?

I have a look at my young body

And remember that a quick decision is not needed.