Tracks of the Wandering Mind

Tracks of the Wandering Mind
I want sometimes naught but to weep
As standing by the trestle deep
I long to follow that railroad train
To a realm of dream that's free of pain.
What an urge I have to stray somewhere.
On a train that's bigger than a bear
Which climbs up toward old mountain peaks
And watch the sea for days and weeks.
A train to some vast tropic isle
Where swaying beauty makes me smile.
But the trains of reality just skitter off
And my city home where pollution does cough
Doesn't let me see the pyramids
Or drink till dawn with memory's kids,
Or ride off to the Orient
To get away from this discontent.
But today something inside me went through a shift
And gave my spritis that needed lift,
And I bid adieu to my dreams of escape
While the train roared through like a ghostly shape.
Please do the following by cutting and pasting the poem.

In line six, I think the author was thinking about bears at the time. I also think the author was picturing their self in front of a bear and escaping from the bear on a train.

I want sometimes useless but too cry for
As standing by the old broken orange door
I long to follow that railroad train
To a place where my thoughts  and feelings are safe from pain.