The Goodnight Station

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On one eve awoke a man,

With no single recollection,

Of who he was or where he came from,

Nor why he was laid upon a train's intersection.

He stood and looked about,

To find the train tracks went a ways,

Why he was here, he did not know,

And it gave his mind a daze.

So he followed them without yield,

Ending up in a strange field,

Where many sleeping bodies laid about.

And he soon, found, too,

What was all much to do,

A lone train's station which gave his mind doubt.

For it's purpose was to send sleepers,

Off to their very dreams,

But where they actually end up,

He did not know, and so it seems.

So when came a spot of fate,

For this conductor, as of late,

He decided to get up and leave the station's booth.

Discovering much on his way there,

Where it came to clean the air,

As he learned for himself the inspid truth.

Where it is these dreamer's go,

That much, he wished not to know,

For it all began as a job filled with peace.

And this mystery unraveled,

As this conductor soon had traveled,

Picking up every clue piece by piece.

And if you make a purchase,

Let it be known through clarity,

That each and every proceed,

Is donated to charity!