train

Realised that these days I hardly question where a train is heading to ..
It could be going to exactly where I wanted to be in life
Or it could be taking me back to square one or even further away
But I stopped asking questions.

As long as I enjoy the ride,
the skies are clear and baby blue,
the views are spectacular,
I guess a part of me is afraid that if I
find out it is not heading to where I wanted it to be,
my senses might just shut off.
Then what happens? Jump off the train?

Is it not a miracle that after a long wait, a train finally
passes your station and stops long enough for you
to get on board?

I am thankful enough

Destination unknown ... but I'm enjoying every single minute of it!