The Train

Heading on a train journey that goes nowhere,
Searching for something more than location,
Looking to find out the most important thing,
Wanting to find out something about themselves…

Always looking in the wrong places,
Constantly looking into others’ eyes,
Hoping for something untold to sink in,
Seeking a divine jolt of realisation…

Millions of miles are clocked up
Before the train reaches its final stop,
Nothing is gained from one journey,
So they go again…

Back and forth on this train they go,
Looking in the least likely places every time,
Before they finally search in the obvious place,
They are trying to find out something about themselves…

So they finally look inside themselves…
And are shocked by what they find…

Souls cluttered with things not let go,
Hearts smashed to pieces by lost love,
Consciences racked with guilt over past sins,
And livers destroyed by grief consumed alcohol…

On the train they remain,
Attempting to reverse the effects of the past,
Hours are spent lying awake,
Wondering how to move on from things so fresh…

Letting go is always the hardest,
Losing someone through love or death,
Either can have a dramatic impact,
They can both destroy a person physically and mentally…

The train moves at such a pace
That things past and present are easily left behind,
But every time the train reaches its final stop,
Everything speeds right back to the present…

Until they get back on the train again…
Giving themselves more time to look inside…