A landscape of my own

Through the windows of the train

I cut through mountains

I don’t move mountains

I cut through them

It’s pitch dark like a black hole

And I’m searching for the light

Ignoring this wander is just me

becoming whole

Getting out of this tunnel

Is such an ordeal

As I absorb the shadow

I begin to heal

The time is slow

The earth is low

It takes so long

To get to know

Immersed into the black depth

I become the night

And suddenly, a fire

Right before my eyes

I used to be someone

I escaped to become

A landscape of my own

Every journey is solitary

Darkness is my uniqueness