The Train

How many times, there were thoughts,

Of going beyond, stepping into the unknown,

Dreams, about dreaming, about moths.

Step up, step in, step out of,

For something, somewhere, someone,

Go find yourself hurt, stuck, lucky, lost.

Give yourself a lot of doubts,

Some credit, sometimes,

Get something, someone, somehow.

Or just don't!

Like moths around the fire,

Like glasses, dancing in drunk hands,

Like life.

Grow tired, do nothing, be hired, be fired,

Just go, many times a day,

Or just sometimes, anyway.

In this short travel we call "life",

No matter how long, how far, 

None of us can survive.

Cassio