To: Return

Sitting up and facing down A train of people filled with life Of a culture I'll never truly know And what of me, now awoken To the sound of rails underneath I feel myself drifting off again... In the state of thought Where the mind wanders And every ounce of you stays put I can feel my eyes now hovering- Fixated on the glass In the blurry haze- a farm And at once I let it pass But in between the two of us Sits a portrait of the train Hastily painted by the reflection Fading through the windowpane And again I look around To see a train full of people In a country, I've never visited Wearing culture I'll never know Except this time it's different... At once I feel at peace As if everything were ok And I watch with eyes of presence- Wearing myself from far away In a room filled with strangers A moment never shared twice Every face, but a reminder All we see is but a slice