On the railroad to dreams
I want to leave this place.
I wake up every morning with a feeling of
dissappointment, a seeking for adventure, and a
craving of truly living.
Maybe my dream are far too chaotic and prodigious.
Maybe i'm too far from reality.
But one thing is for sure; this feeling I have about life
is eating me from within. And if I don't leave now,
I'm afraid that my train will depart without me.
Wherever this train is, I won't stop looking for it.
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