Our trains share the same hardware,
But software is where we part.
My train goes a million miles a minute
Down a straight track, cross-country.
Yours has train stations between to refuel.
Delayed for days, my train's inertia is inevitable
You can choose when to make yours move.
New York and California, I arrive at the destination.
Time to break down.
You've arrived at your destination.
Time to unwind.
Burnt but bandaged, my train resists to budge,
But too soon and too late, it resumes cross country.
Your crew stops at stations to refuel.
My train keeps breaking.
Your train has a break.
Caught in crossfire, cries, loved ones die,
I'm through bombshell hell.
Conductor tied to the trenches,
While you can kick back on benches.
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