Onedog

This is a poem, I think?

Onedog

Get off the train of life,
barrelling down the same solemn tracks
of a twist and turn, around-
never looking back.
Face the trees,
slow down.
Walk for a moment, refreshed.
Stop on the time
and sip on the smiles,
of friends.
Settle in your shoes
and pronounce all the days
and names.
Never listen to anyone.
Hide away your clothes
and fill the holes of man, shouting,
I have only just begun.