Derailed Thoughts

It was a train of thoughts,
Made of iron and people.
At each station life climbed,
Between it,death played role.
The thoughts picked pace,
In wise atmosphere of embrace.
They slowed as station approached,
Lingering in mind with the host.
People encapsulated me,
They shielded me from the harsh sun.
Yet they were the ones whom I caught,
Shoving me into the cold night to rot.
Sometimes the iron burnt to revive,
Sometimes it became tired and gave way.
The tracks changed in life,
The crowd of scarcity continued to stay.
The train met with accident one day,
The compartments broke the chain of gray.
Crowds gathered and evaporated,
The thoughts burnt now,beyond recognition.