My train stops here, Destiny Junction.
Held in a beam, frozen for this moment.
Now there is no looking back or forwards.
There is simply this. An existence complete.
I see me. I\'m getting off the train.
At rest a string of carriages with blinds
drawn.
Each compartment is a closed
room;
There is just this, a stopped train
waiting.
Only I get back on the train.
It leaves the station unobtrusively, moving again.
Inexorably taking me to journey’s
end.
Miles more rolling track and then
the final bend.
‘Your train will terminate at this point.’