~ Boarding ~

 

 

The railroads are moving the train

And the train is moving me; I am sitting on it now, looking at the window

The scenery passes by; trees, more trees, lakes, farms and then nothing

There was just the blue sky

And the clouds that looked as if they were just freshly painted on

I am sitting on the train, thinking about my destination and why I decided on leaving

 

 

 

 

And how no one noticed me getting on the train