The journey

The world flew by,

sometimes in a blur,

sometimes not so fast,

sometimes so slow,

that i wonder how my

time would pass.

I see the world

through my window seat,

Making friends with new arrivals,

and hawkers on the beat.

Some faces will be

itched on the memory

for long,

some will fade away,

as the train moves on

Charting new frontiers

new locales to conquer

the train mirrors our lives

if only we ponder.