The journey is tiring, it makes you feel so restless
It will bring you calm, but also leave you breathless,
Are we riders of this train, or are we driving it onwards?
Is it pulling us back, or pushing us forward?
Through the glass we see our life flashing by
The heavy air, the faint moon and the gloomy sky,
The layout of the tracks is random but precise
Destiny is its builder and time is the splice.
The smoke of desires is blinding and burning
We are deaf to reason over this noise of yearning,
The jerks make us weaker, the tugs leave us shaken
With every jolt of pain, regret will awaken.
Does this journey have, at its end, any stations?
For our ticket of hope and fare as our patience?
Will we collide head on with reality and life?
Will it save us the struggle and keep us from strife?
Will the wheels derail at the first curvy bend?
Will that then be all? Will that be the end?
Let the end come crashing, let the end come loud
I will take it standing with my shoulders bowed,
For the one fact that can not be denied
By your side, it was one hell of a ride!
