Train

I am taking a journey on a train.. Auditory sounds of horns, whistles, and bells.. Sitting there I glance out the window.. Watching the scenery.. Lovely trees.. Lanscapes so beautiful.. So breathtaking Picture perfect postcard it seems.. I often think about the ghosts from the past.. Whom once roamed the earth... How was their life? What have they accomplished in life? One's reality is so versitile... One's realitiy is so unique So sweet.. So bitter.. A reality which is only created by the creator.. The creator of their own personal reality.. A spinning top spins ever so rapidly.. Often at times it slows down.. Other times it continues to spin Full force.. High speed.. Going east Going west Going north Going south There are many destinations.. Taking a journey on a train.. I am.. The spinning top continues to spin Where shall it go? Whom controls the spinning top... Controls the destination.. Creator of destination.. Of which is known..