Alone on Time\'s train,
I often stand and gaze behind,
wondering where my journey began.
I watch how I\'ve traveled
through Time\'s winding curve,
speeding toward life\'s final stations.
I\'m fascinated by the fleeting moments
as stations vanish.
I don\'t recall when or how I boarded,
only the jolts and sways.
I remember wanting to get home
as stations flashed by.
Survival was my aim as the train swayed
through the night.
I\'m alive, having traversed the dark.
Now, I wonder if I\'m still on Time\'s train.