along for the ride

along for the ride

in a new year - the train comes too fast,

we've already passed through

several towns and i haven't seen the first tree.

no oxygen abounds here then, i guess.

the train comes too fast, even though we sit

completely still.  the world outside,

is moving, coming too fast, not ready

to say goodbye.

we should never have to say goodbye

to those we love -

but that train comes too fast.

WE, are not the conductor.

just a passenger, my friend.

just a passenger