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My Train of Thought
In the quiet of twilight, when thoughts softly stray,
I find myself often in a curious delay.
The train of my musings, swift and free,
Embarks on its journey, sometimes without me.
Oh, the moments I ponder, with a wry little smile,
As my mind starts to wander a wandering mile.
Ideas take flight, like birds in the sky,
While I stand at the station, just waving goodbye.
In the landscape of memories, both near and afar,
I chase after thoughts like a falling star.
They shimmer and glisten, then vanish from sight,
Leaving behind an echo of light.
Yet, in these gaps, there's a gentle grace,
A pause in the race, a serene, sacred space.
For wisdom resides in the still, silent air,
And sometimes, just sometimes, I meet myself there.
So let the train travel, let it sail on the breeze,
Through forests of dreams and memory seas.
For in every departure, a new path is found,
And in each quiet moment, life's wonders abound.
