Her soul moves through life as swift as a train.

Constantly moving,

Each car a different side of her.

One car for stress and worry,

Another for joy and freedom,

A third for anger and frustration,

A fourth for the mystery of the unknown.

Each one a crucial part of her existence.

She gets lost between the train cars all too frequently.

Stuck between a mix of them all.

She often finds herself pondering.

“Which car takes the lead today?”.

“Which car do I want to be less known?”.

Each day she must find herself.

Rediscovering her intent over and over again.

The train never stops moving.

Until one day, its all gone.