You’d been stuck too long in your tiny world
surrounded by familiar faces and voices.
“I’m not an adventurer”, once you said.
“Never did I dare to take chances,
to break the line and move ahead.”
Then came I like a train crossing your life
My wilderness lifted you up high to another world
of everything you had been so unsure.
Joyfully you and I marched to the line.
Carelessly, a coming storm didn’t cross our minds,
not until it destroyed our lives.
A familiar hand from the deadly storm pulled you back down
to the entirety of the same old town.
I stood there outside the line helplessly seeing you getting drown.
Again, you became the same little boy sitting on a straw rooftop
hiding a secret promise with the train he once missed.
“One day, I will build my own station and have my own train
to break the line and to find you in another July rain”.