Riding the rails.

Can’t stop now.

Bound and determined,

making it right.

Far from here.

For once in my life,

on this lonely rigid bed.

Steeling the night.

Rhythm spinning,

softly swaying.

Darkness surrounds,

but for the light ahead.

Random distance,

coming up fast.

In a moment,

it flashes past.

Bound and determined,

living it right.

Only to realize,

warm in my bed,

that long low whistle,

distant blowing,

beckoned me once,

but no longer calls.

Through the Clear cold air,

it just carries on,

a fading noise,

to a silent sound.