Train

Taking the train with my eyes close, I can feel the rays of light when the train gets out of the tunnel.
Somehow the journey reminds me of a short story written by E M Forster, "The Machine Stops"- whereby Vashti was taking the air-ship to visit her son. In the story, Vashti described her journey as waste of time and no interesting ideas coming to her mind. For me. I am taking a train to work, journey seems endless. However, at least for this morning, I could process my mind and not dozing off.

Random thoughts appear in my mind - a song came into my mind, "What if God was one of us? Just a stranger on the bus trying to make his way home"....Hmm, we are all human.