The Future Is In My Hands
Just a five minute train ride
But I'm already far, far away.
Staring out through the speckled windows,
Highlighted against the setting sun.
I'm lost in the future,
Thinking,
Endless possibilities on the horizon.
Slowly, like the train slowing to a stop.
I regain consciousness in present,
The busy people squeeze together to get off,
I slowly rise to a stand behind them.
A smile on my face,
Today,
I walk towards those horizons.
Copyright © Angela Downer | Year Posted 2014
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