Hidden Track

The train moves.

You stay still

as the force of locomotion

proves to be no thrill.

But one look in the mirror,

and it all becomes clearer...

You know a lot of secrets,

and they all are held,

nearer and nearer.

First stop.

You stay on

because you get along

with this inner self of yours

for all the traumas of your soul,

it forever cures.

Second stop.

You stay on.

Why not be where you belong?

Like a song

that you can barely even make out the lyrics,

but all the pleasantries, and not so,

you can distinguish.

Because just like the screeching wheels

on the tracks,

you find beauty

in all of the noise

coming from bottom to top,

and all sides.

Third stop.