It's a train ride, for me

Takin' the train docked, parked & settled near river bends of shadows, streams, ashes and heros.
Experimental vexation. Combinations of wind patterns and surprises leads to fallen figurines loved by their own unknown.
You are the body, outlined in view by someone 3'3 and curly brown hair, looking at frames with an ideal picture, idolizing you.
Boy oh boy do you have goals for them, goal, skoal, holes dribble dribble drop down to lunges, forced to pick up the remains.
This is the side with seeds, the side with an historical glimpse too close for comfort.
Lay me down where the plants keep growing, and weeds take their lead from sunflowers and daisies and pomegranate leaves for those lovable worms crawlin' up your green sleeve of purification.