i can't keep up but does it even matter, keep up with what?

on the fire escape i idly watch somebody conscientiously sort her trash while somebody parked in the street dumps her ashtray out of the car window followed by a fast food bag.

i look at three pines and three telephone poles by the tracks and think it's poignant and serene.

 then i think, relax, you can't keep up with a runaway train.