Another stranger’s eyes,

Observant…

Fixed beyond their window’s landscape,

like passengers in time…

 

A new journey to a cold winter day…

Awaits…

At fast pace above the tree tops…

They start to wonder…

 

How many lies?

How many lives?

Vacant…

Look forward to arrive…

Can’t wait to depart…

Like passengers in time?

 

Turning the fleeting light,

a moment’s grace…

Into a glimpse of the past…

They nourish the illusions of mind…

Anticipated new outcomes…

 

To arrive…

To depart…

 

Is there one direction of travel?

They ask…

 

 

Another stranger’s eyes,

Observant…

Fixed on guided paths on rails, 

on incessant stories crossing each other…

Thinking ahead… 

Overlooking every step of their way…

 

To arrive…

To depart…

 

How many lies?

How many lives?

Vacant…

Look forward to arrive…

Can’t wait to depart…

Like passengers in time?