Lost in Thought

The sound of the train passing through the tunnel,
the rhythm of iron wheels grinding against rusted
tracks, the gentle jostling of the cabin, it lulls me.

My eyes drift in fleeting glances, whispers of souls
taking flight like dandelion pappi carried by the wind,
a melancholic dance in the contemplation of life.

A wide-eyed child bathed in emerald light,
as sun-dappled fields unfurl in a blur, filled with ecstatic
dreams and an innocence untouched by the world.

A young man whisking away toward the unknown,
the world his boundless canvas, ambition his steady
paintbrush, strokes filled with exuberance.

A weary traveler, briefcase his worn companion,
once vibrant eyes reflecting city scars etched
by the daily grind, wrapped in weathered silence.

A wrinkled face in the corner, deep in thought,
each fold fraught with memories of a life that got away,
yet determined to carry on as best as he can.

The train’s soft voice, a fading lullaby, can be heard
as the last stop is announced. i turn, and the glass reflects
a mirrored soul. alone i stand as life’s landscapes roll on.