The Train of Life

The world goes on and on, 

Yet there are those who are not ready.

Like a rumbling train

Life continues despite what might get in its way.

A person, a plant, a pet

It matters not.

The train goes trampling on.

It destroys what is not ready and what is unaware.

Unaware of where they are,

Where they are going,

And what they should do.

They are frozen.

The train goes bounding on.

The train continues.

The train cares not for what is in its way

Or what way it goes.

It follows the path put forth by others

Who care not for the train.

It cares not for who or what it destroys along the way. 

It continues on,

Thinking only of the end goal,

The last stop.

People stumble along. 

They care little for those around them

Or even what they are doing.

Performing work they care not about,

For people they care not for.

They go on living in monotone.

Numb.

People continue on. 

Then one day they are gone.

Their ideas go unrealized.

Their words go unwritten.

Their songs go unsung. 

But only the last stop matters.

Right?

Not the unsung words.

Not the unwritten words.

Not the unrealized ideas.

Just the pointless work that needs to be done.

Just that last stop