I move by train,
Staring from the window
To the passing Landscape.
The cows and their herders,
In fields of puddles and grain.
I pass towns made of bricks,
Filled with wild dogs in packs,
Roaming train tracks looking for a meal.
I pass illuminated clouds,
light by the eastward soothing sun.
I pass by through time,
To my destination.
I pass by,
Just as the landscape
Rushes by in my window.
My body grows older,
Traveling through time,
Arriving and departing,
Never on time.
Just like the current of my movement,
I watch life pass by,
As towns blur and faces crowd
All I can see.
People change,
Love, and hate.
I change,
Love and hate.
But with time,
We pass by turmoil and serendipity,
Realizing we are the very thoughts,
That fuel hate and love.
We stand still watching,
Waiting for life,
This train to
Pass by.