There are a few trips in life that go by too soon. This was one of them.

What do I tell you

About the looking forward, the wait

About a train that comes in late

A war waged among the old and the new

Many and few, at the doors of heaven and hell

On getting in and falling out

What do I tell you

About the taxi, angry at the gluttonous roads

Chewing more than a narrow neck could gulp

At the kerb

What do I tell you about the elevator man

Preaching honesty, deceived by faith

Smiling as he goes up, to floors traveled everyday

onto times of sundown and up, on the beep of a card

What do I tell you

About the laugh you meet

Once in many a years, at the opposite seat

 across a table of love and joy

What do I tell about the trip that I took

to a city that never sleeps, never keeps

the train that comes back again

to leave you at the very place

of the exciting wait

What do I tell you about life

Overwhelming at its best.