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 ******,
  that you still haven’t met

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

(Train-New Haven: March, 2015)