Another twenty-four hours, gone.
Years have escaped
on this one-way train ride,
watching the sprawling skyscape
fly past thick glass windows--
rushing in, moving on,
I have seen it all:
The enormous spectrum of sunlight,
and the deep confines of midnight,
Everything is changing, morphing,
living, breathing, being.
Still, I am standing motionless,
aboard this fast train; see me
framed behind thick glass windows.
Am I moving at all?
I know,
there is somewhere to be,
and a time to arrive--
But when will I ever get to be
Alive?
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