Arriving Approximately ...

By Tricia Kushen

The train, it winds
down the open tracks
I wish I were on that train,
and never coming back

The hope, it gives
to a better world

Arriving approximately…
…sometime…

The hope, it lasts
in hearts of the young

As they grow, surrounded by
war and hatred and pain

The hope, remains
in the mind of all

Arriving approximately…
…eventually…

The train, it slows
upon lonely tracks
And stations its empty stop
leaving empty box cars

The smoke, it stops
its driver steps out

Arriving approximately…
…never…