It's been a while,
since the day it slowed down and halted.
This train had been moving from one destination to another, year after year.
It has never taken this long a pause before.
Something must be seriously wrong this time.
Waiting for the engine to roar back to life,
I sit beside my window seat,
looking at the static scenery and feeling the occasional whiff of fresh air,
missing the illusion of moving ahead and leaving the world behind.
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