The Journey

I took the train to the end of the line

The storm in my head prevented it from being on time

The lightning lit up the sky with a glowing image of the past

each moment and image I saw of my life did not last

fleeting and still moving along the track

this train moves forward but never moves back

The end of the line is where I got off

I surrendered where I got on, I was wasted and soft

stay on the train my friend, feel the humming of the movement under your feet

when the line comes to an end you will not feel defeat

do not fear the images that go by

just trust this journey, when the train stops you will know why