The Transient

I rise when time beckons, plying along my destined course as time doth ever blow by to me the clock calls, saying "On! On!! never stop" My route I ply with time, meeting faces along my tracks smiling ones, grumpy ones too. Some I touch, some I don't, but every step draws me home. The days, they pass me by, even the flashing scenery too. I laugh, I smile, I play, I cry, I frown, I work, sailing by on time swift wings. But when time signals red, who'd say otherwise? Then know I 'tis my journey's end, and reports would I give at Zion's holy gates!