Me and my shadow,
standing on the tracks of life.
Isn’t it true?
We never know
where the next day will take us.
Every step, every mile
brings us to the crossing guard.
Even as the trains pass,
we still look in our rearview mirror.
Questions dance to the metal clank,
reminding us of how difficult it is to sit still.
Coal cars clank by along with messages painted in graffiti;
a language only known by the few.
The few who crossed the tracks
to shake the can and bring their thoughts to life.
Perhaps a retired man sits in his car
and smiles at his work passing by.
On to another state of destination that he can only imagine
as he looks in his rearview mirror.
The flashing lights begin to seize
as arms once folded now release.
Travel down the tracks of life with confidence
and perhaps a pat on the back;
for you have made it this far.
