When I am traveling, long  
the days and sweat of trains, window games  
play of strangers, lonely stray
and I with no escape, but my mind to fly away
will meditate, sink deep into my seat
to disappear, into other worlds
far from my destination
derailed from expectation
like the mad seeking of the sun
when only moons will come
awaiting a friend, a hand to hold
the lonesome of traveling alone