The train halts
For the people to alight; 
And I, faraway, 
Find ways to **** the night. 
I take out my diary and a pen 
To jot down all that I feel then. 

The train halts. 
And with several others, I get down 
To freshen up with a cup of tea. 
A thought keeps lingering within me; 
I keep seeking ways to be happy; but 
Happiness is what I (wish to) have and what I wish to be.

And with this honest, humble thought, 
Hoots the train, I hear. 
Asking me to get back, 
For my destination is near. 
Yet, my journey of life has lots to see, 
And she wants me to be back on track.