Back to Poetryby Adam CaskeyRiding The Rail
Staring out the window,
Into the horizon and places close.
Looking out into familiar fields,
And places to repose.
I'll often look out my window,
At the trains aside my own.
To wonder where they're going.
And if they're places I have known.
How great that must be,
To go where they're going now.
Look how better life is on their rail instead,
And what they're destination will endow.
But no more daydreaming for me this day.
To progression I must commit.
For my path will take me elsewhere,
Than their train shall submit.
It's a reality I must accept.
That other paths exist.
Paths that I will never experience,
Experiences I will have missed.
My train is taking me on a trip,
And fate has laid down the path.
Only one guaranteed stop do I know,
And that one ends in death.
I'll ride the rail because it's here.
Because it's what we're to do.
But in the journey, and in the end
I hope happiness I will pursue.
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