Train Ride

I need coffee.

My cigarettes call for me,

I'm tempted to answer.

Can I smoke in here?

Though the time passes,

It still passes slow enough for me to notice.

There is something poetic about waiting on a train.

The beauty of the faces around you and your hearts beat with one goal.

Life is like a train.

You take your time,

Slowly pass through as the memories are made and experienced.

I can't help but think that we're all travelling towards love.

A lot of people don't know what they'll find at the end of their tracks.

I do.

I know I'll be disembarking on an adventure with my true love until the end of never.

Though I may write of pain and suffering,

I know that there can only be one station left at the end of my life.

One last sight to be seen with my greatest love waiting for me.