Reflections from the Train Track

Looking down the sun catches my eye reflecting from the rail track.

I am whisked back to a time in the not so distant past.

We are here again on this soulless journey, our only comfort this small box in our hand.

Reflection , what was it all for.

Months and years of imprisonment .

Fed with lies and fear.

Many lives , hopes , dreams extinguished just like throwing paper on a fire.

So much lost.

Now like many I dare to imagine the future for it could just vanish like steam from a kettle.

How precious is this fragile existence we have.

No lessons prepared us.

My mind drifts again .

Why, don't I know the name of the small stones on the track.

My train arrives

Reality now, today,

Back to the grind.