I walked the tracks night and day,
a destination which no one could say.
Many faces pass and some come along,
but fade away once they know they don't belong.
Over bridges and fields so bright,
through the darkest tunnels and nights.
I keep moving without for I can't cease,
not until I find my peace.
Through rain and snow so cold,
Through droughts and desserts so bold.
My feet scarred from shoes with no sole,
my eyes holding a story never told.
I'll continue to walk on the old rusted tracks,
never stopping or looking back.
Someday I'll find the station at the end,
And ponder as to why I began.