Life on a fast Track

A cascading waterfall, quaint pond amidst the trees,
the backyard of a farmhouse, filled with wandering geese,
Perched atop a hillock, a cottage just beneath the cloudy sky,
All of this and much more; rush by in the blink of an eye.

The transient beauty fails to register for my thoughts are astray,
fretting over the sandcastles of the coming day.
Preparedness is one thing, but how often do I cross the line of obsession?
Muddled by the questions of what is worth the digressions.

Screeching sound and a jolt, breaks into my reverie,
The air is filled with the aroma of something savory.
I descend amidst the bustle, amongst strangers finding their way,
the honk of the train pulls me back, the discovery of what lay beyond, yet again postponed for another day.

I jump aboard, rush to my seat, to catch some sleep,
where did that road go, what aroma was that, who could I have met, the questions slowly creep.
And the landscape is already changing, yet I crane my neck and look back,
the view already blurs, after all, it’s life on a fast track...

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