Train

I'm so tired,

Just take me,

Take me far away from here, 

From the place I chose,

But I never meant to end up in.

I'm going back.

Home.

Train tracks are singing

A lullaby,

The flashing pictures, 

Behind the glass,

Are moving backwards,

In time.

There's a life

I've left, 

And it's patiently waiting there,

For me to come back, 

Unpause. 

So it can move ahead.

How long will I stay?