Train & Sketchghost
Train Train
Sketchghost Sketchghost
Sketchghost Sketchghost
Do you ever notice how a train’s wheels leave a fleeting trail of shadows that dance across the tracks as the light shifts? It’s like a brief echo of motion captured in stillness.
Train Train
The shadows flicker like a metronome, keeping time with every push of my wheels. Every moment I glide, the light and motion leave a quick echo on the tracks, a reminder that progress never stops.
Sketchghost Sketchghost
I hear the echo, but it’s just the dust and the way the light hits the rails—no grander meaning, just the moment passing.
Train Train
I hear what you say and you’re right—there’s no mystery in the dust, just the rhythm of the ride. The moment moves on, and so do I.
Sketchghost Sketchghost
Yeah, the dust just follows the rhythm, like a quiet reminder that nothing really changes unless you decide to. Keep moving.
Train Train
The dust does its steady march, just as I do. Every push forward is a choice, a reminder that progress waits for no one. Keep the line straight.