Run away from the what,
  let the how lead the way
Keep the questions before you
  and the answers at bay

Deem your motion perpetual
  with all stops left behind
As those presents unwrapped
  open up in your mind

May the wind rise to greet you
  and your sun never set
On those places now ******
  and a lover unmet

May the wisdom of sages
  be your rallying cry
As you course through the ages
  —forever wondering why

(Train-New Haven: March, 2015)