(The train races through fog)
Dawn outside the window.
Stones scattered along the river.
The train drags me forward — against all reason….
But I have no path.
Why am I going? Where?
For life?
For death?
For faith?
Probably…..
2019
(The train races through fog)
Dawn outside the window.
Stones scattered along the river.
The train drags me forward — against all reason….
But I have no path.
Why am I going? Where?
For life?
For death?
For faith?
Probably…..
2019