I sit by the window of my train,
There's a sweet lullaby of screaming kids,
They keep me awake.
I look out, not stargazing, not seeing,
Unaware of what to look
There is one constant though, through the shifting scence.
The sway remains constant,
it keeps moving, all through the way.
Sweet enough to sway this dear train, she tried rocking me to sleep.
Failed to however lure me into sweet clutches of slumber.
Thus passed one other long trip where the surroundings smudged and smeared like memories from a summer dream.
Long train trips :)