The train to nowhere
Where am I going?
I often ask myself
What will my life have been
Once I reach the end?
Cause I am on a train
One that is called Life
It rides through time, ever faster
The final stop unknown
Places and people rush by
Some places I return to
Some people hop on for a while
Most leave in the end
You never know the last time
You'll hug a friend
Kiss your loved one
Leave a view behind
So where am I going?
I already know
From dirt I came
And to dirt I will return
The train will stop
Its tracks will rust
Overgrown with moss
Its passenger long dead
Does the end matter?
All the tracks lead here
All trains stop in the end
The trains to nowhere
Everyone ends the same
No one gets off this ride alive
What matters is the journey
Where did your tracks take you?
All I can hope is that
My tracks went far and wide
Through valleys and mountains
Across sea and sky
Each cart filled with memories
Views and people left behind
Love and heartbreak and loss
My train to nowhere
And everywhere
- Author: CuriousWanderer ( Offline)
- Published: January 31st, 2025 02:40
- Category: Reflection
- Views: 6
- Users favorite of this poem: Poetic Licence
Comments1
A wonderful write about the fact we all end up on the same train in the end, but our journey there may vary, really enjoyed the read
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