The Train of Missed Chances

The iron behemoth roars, steel muscles straining,

Carrying dreams and desires, destinations untaining.

Amongst the faces pressed against the pane, I stand,

Haunted by ghosts of choices, lost to fate's cruel hand.

Each station we hurtle past, a memory unfolds,

A missed glance, a whispered word, stories left untold.

The girl with eyes like summer skies, the laughter shared in haste,

Now a blur on the platform, forever outpaced.

The man with stories etched in wrinkles, a hand I couldn't reach,

Whispers of wisdom lost, lessons I couldn't teach.

The road not taken, a fork in time's cruel track,

Leaving me on this train, forever looking back.

But the train keeps moving, relentless and bold,

Towards futures unknown, stories yet untold.

A flicker of hope sparks in the rhythm of the wheels,

Can I choose a new path, heal what my heart still feels?

The journey continues, the landscape ever-changing,

Will I finally learn to embrace the new, rearrange?

For even on this train of missed chances, I see,

There's still time to write my own destiny.

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