The Train

Aboard this long, moving train,
What are we chasing?
Windows of opportunities, 
Some constant amidst the changing landscapes,
A break from the rhythmic monotony
Or mere doors for escaping?

The momentary pleasure of company
In this journey of solitude
Moving incessantly, to a destination unknown
Leaving behind the trees,
Competing with the streams
Traversing the valleys, gaining the altitude

The heart smiles in rainbows,
Weeps with the rain
We exchange stories and anecdotes
Of might and valor and pride
Of pleasure and of pain

What are we chasing?
The musing leaves me distraught
When the motion suddenly ceases,
My brain finally eases
As the engine whistles,
Breaking the train of thought