I got on this train not knowing where it is supposed to go, no public announcement to inform me as to which place I could expected to end u, and so, seated, I wait to see, content to arrive anywhere other than where I’ve been, looking out as scenery that has yet to show green, too distant to notice if the trees I see show buds or not. I close my eyes and feel the wheels vibrating under me, stirring up something in me I do not wish stirred, a memory of places I’ve been or intended to go, and wonder how different my life might have turned out, Had I arrived there, or perhaps fate sends me to same place, regardless of my choices.
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