The Red Train Car

A drive into the mountains, surrounded by wood... followed by that smell

As any great hot springs should

Checking into our red train car in the middle of no where...

Is something I could never explain but the drinks over flowed

And I wished we could forever stay

Sitting in the sunlight under the bright blue sky

I suddenly felt comfortable with no questions on the why

Making our way to the pool

Over crowded as it was sold out

I screamed to stranger's it was my day... AND

All of them sang to me in the socially traditional way

In awe of the echoing sounds of tunes just for me

I couldn't stop smiling...

How could all of this be happening for me?

The people of the past used this national day

As a way to hurt me in the stupidest of forms

Not this time...

Not on this first August night

My life might be complicated

But 47 felt just right!