Clouded sights pass as fast as moving light
Focused on visions past
Images flux from left to right
Ironic with these thoughts that have last

This vessel how it must be
To take you to and fro
But thinking from the sights you see
Puts you into a trance you cannot control

To think deeply is a curse of mine
No matter what is done it overtakes
There are times when it passes beyond the line
That given the time, sleep it will surely take

The destinations that fate has placed
From season to season, of this life
The more we experience the more problems to be laced
While on this transport of strife

Though beyond this journey
What makes the day shine is that
While, on this coach, is the tendency
For me to have those thoughts that make me smile