love to travel , specially by a train

the window seat , the view from its pane

the journey is tiring , normally a pain

be observant enough , lots to gain

feel ur LIFE , through those windows

each tree going by , a passing phase

the stations , moments our destiny allows

to step down from the flow , n check the base

the parallel running tracks , never rest

hinting there's always , an alternate way

the driver decides , which 1s the best

listen to the heart , where the direction lay

the lonely dark woods , wherever u stare

the plight of the world , nobody to care

but stare long enough , at any particular slope

u ll see a twinkle , the existence of hope

18-03-08