Poems and shit idk emotions

The steam locomotive going down the track
Berries to make dye, can’t look back

There’s Mark
Him and his friends bark

He would never bite
But I didn’t know,
I was sure he might

Hide and seek
I take no peeks

Him and the others go far far away
I sit, hide, and stay

After hours they come back
There’s red on the tracks

But no dye was ever made…