Waiting for the train

I am waiting on the platform for the train

The announcer is speaking but looks like it might rain.

All I see many unfamiliar blank faces

running for their destiny or running from their fate.

Some in a happy mood and some in sad

Some are running for their dreams and some already had.

The platform looks busy but feels dead

These people are running for life but don’t know what comes ahead

So anxious to set of my new trip

New thoughts new hope new beginning.

But where is my train of dreams

Has it lost its way or transmitted along narrow beams.

I am still waiting for the rain to come

I know I am ready for a new journey, or so it seems.