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.