The train halts
For the people to alight;
And I, faraway,
Find ways to **** the night.
I take out my diary and a pen
To jot down all that I feel then.

The train halts.
And with several others, I get down
To freshen up with a cup of tea.
A thought keeps lingering within me;
I keep seeking ways to be happy; but
Happiness is what I (wish to) have and what I wish to be.

And with this honest, humble thought,
Hoots the train, I hear.
Asking me to get back,
For my destination is near.
Yet, my journey of life has lots to see,
And she wants me to be back on track.