The hands of my watch tick by
I track their progress, fascinated,
But time seems to be moving slowly
Dragging its feet, unmotivated.
Feeling stuck in the moment
Lost in my own thought,
A whistle snaps me out of it
Oh, board the train I ought!
As I am carried into the horizon
Look out at the passing scenery
Lulled by the motion of the train
Mesmerized by the greenery.
Hang on, I'll be there shortly
This reunion long-awaited
Is soon to materialize
For us to seal what's fated.
*Photo by Omkar Pandhare from Pexels
