Freedom#1

Inside me there are rivers flowing
Trapped inside my veins,
And on a thousand miles of track
We watch the moving trains.
They move around so freely
And yet they cannot go,
Anywhere, where metal lines
In rivers do not flow.

Sad tomato

I am a sad tomato
I'm the last one on the plant,
I've just been left here hanging
Where all the others aren't.

I am a sad tomato
I'm lonely as can be,
There's no one left here on the vine
But poor old lonesome me.

I should be in a salad
Or on some bread with cheese,
Or in a bowl of pasta
Or in a tube to squeeze.

I should be feeling biting teeth
Or be in a bowl of soup,
I shouldn't be here all alone
With these leaves that hang and droop.

I am a sad tomato
But I'm sure I will taste good,
If you could come and chop me up
And eat me like you should.