As the train rolls by,
ground shakes,
the tracks thunder,
and the breaks squeal,
I feel another destination calling from the cars,
I see a place in the windows through the dark.
My dreams seem to convey the same kind of reaction.
A distant location I am carried to through my mind’s locomotion.
Each arrival is just as beautiful as the last, but in turn and as well each arrival is met with an instinctual tinge of pain from the unknown knowledge of swift and soon departure.
I constantly desire a ticket to ride, sometimes I think I find one in different people, which makes it unbearable to let them go when I know how close I am to home.
I just want to ride that train, someone help me find driver.