The daily journeys of my brain unfold
Like a road map to the day.
I'm just a train passenger
Observing thoughts as they come and go.
That one looks nice. Inviting. I will visit there one day ... soon.
Others, nefarious or unpleasant.
Glance away,
Or rest my eyes.
The destinations always change.
Like seasons.
But most days the train stays on the rails.
No pennies on the track.
Nothing to write home about.
Relaxing trips that don't require much investment.
But the very next stop could be the one
That aims to ruin the whole vacation.
Potential derailments are few
And far between,
But there are days
I step off the train
And say ... oh,
No.
And the train is already pulling away.
I just have to ride this trip out.
It's what's in the cards.
I suppose every day can't be a vacation.
When the driver rolls back around,
I can either scold him for leaving me
Or thank him profusely for coming back.
I grab my baggage,
And hope for a better trip tomorrow.
About the Creator
Erin Kelly
What I lack in knowledge I make up for in passion. You'll find personal research projects in the arts and sciences here. Perhaps summaries of historical oddities, short pieces of fiction, or poetry. I know no niche.
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