Wishing on full moons, walking the tracks to catch a train at 2 o’clock to catch all my thoughts.
Heavy loads like buses confused on whether I am coming or going.
The many suit cases to move from one train to the next.
Stamp on my ticket heading to the last destination of thoughts.
My head slowly turns to look out the window.
What is it that I see?
My fears getting behind me.
As the train slows down someone approaches me to say –
You have found your train of thought.-HonestlyFrank