Voyage

Tumbling between the tracks
of trains that will never stop
and will always let me in,

seeing landscapes
as remote as this journey,
as nearby as my mind
whispering these verses,

I see it all pass, with me inside
and you, all in this carriage
accompanying from your seats
the sway of the people
strolling the stations
of my frozen memory,
in their suitcases and coats

freeing my feet to walk over the clocks' hands,
I attempt
to not lose a second
of this unexpected trip,
of this gifted path,
where I come and go as I wish,
through the iron of fated trains.