Five more stops i count
and soon I'll be
bounded for another train
to the port for planes.
The air is unusually cold today
in the cabin where i stood
though i got to say
its long since my last train trip.
Half the people i see
drifted away to sleep
as they made themselves at ease
on the maroon colored seats.
Stops after stops
the train went about it's way,
its path being dictate
by the tracks laid ahead.
More people got down,
even fewer got in,
making the cabin
going less than empty.
When finally i managed
to find myself on that maroon,
the crowd i first encountered
has dwindled down to a few.
They're no longer taken by sleep
now awaken as they see
their destination away from them
only by mere matter of minutes.
Sunlight pierce through the glass panels
as we escape the tunnel
to see morning's glory
smiling right back at us.
A switch of train just before that escape
brought a new group before me
short of a few familiar faces
from the previous cabin.
Again i count the stations
looking forward to start my day
then again,
hasn't it started many stops ago?
Morning.
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