Oh answer me my dear train,

Time swallow the youth in me,
I sit, I stand, I walk about, I ran, I see,
the view on the window changes from frame to frame,
oh answer me my dear train,

"why I am in you on the journey?"
"where am I taken to be?"

Perhaps one day when I fall asleep,
and you will halt no more than a minute,
no more but enough to have me bury,
then I may just spring back to life for a split second,
a split second enough to ask my two questions over again,
perhaps you'll answer me then.

Heading home after work, Yen So Park, Jan 2011