The train rumbles on, steel wheels,

Carving through the night,

each clickety-clack a beat,

In the symphony of motion.

Outside, the world blurs,

a smudge of ever-changing landscapes,

A world of secrets hidden in the folds.

The rhythm lulls me, a steady hand,

Rocking me to sleep. Yet my mind,

Races, chasing wisps of thoughts that flit and dodge.

I close my eyes, and dreamscape,

Unfolds, a kaleidoscope of memories,

bright and bittersweet, tinged with the colors,

Of nostalgia. The journey stretches on,

A metaphor for life's relentless tide,

carrying us forward,

To unknown destinations.

We hold on to the present, a fragile raft,

Amidst the waves. trusting that the current will lead us,

To where we're meant to be.