Alone On Time's Train

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.