Train ride

Stuck in a personal world,
Confused and alone;
Scarred by the past,
Bruised by the anticipation of what is to come.

Sitting alone on a train,
Signs of hurt and bitterness remain;
Past, but present,
Bleached, but burnt.

The problem with not keeping it solid,
Lost vision and destroyed aspirations;
Yearning to go back where i belong,
But going back to where i don't.

The past haunts me sometimes,
Today was that sometime;
I sometimes wonder why,
But i need not doubt it anymore than you.

Decrees to remember,
Beacon's job to be done;
A little symbol of hope,
A little love to show.
(Yeah!)

A maturity process in the making,
A journey to traverse in time;
A little joy for the hurting and the bitter,
A little faith to keep me going on.

Tracks control, we do not have,
Obstacles ahead, we do not know;
Stations to stop, it was determined,
But it is time to be something different.

Because,
We are the ones responsible to look out of the window,
Amidst the craziness,
sins,
stumbles,
corruption,
perversion,
hurts,
Confusion.

And you will find God, there.