I feel the rumble of these tracks beneath me.
I watch the blur of static places through the window
As this train propels me away
Toward a place I never wished for before.
And people tell me change is good;
That what is stable doesn’t grow.
But right now I live in the midst of the unknown
And wish for steady, immobile ground.
My own moving target
Has me listening for old sounds
As they too fade into the background.
But I still feel the rumble of these tracks beneath me.
I watch the blur of static places through the window
As this train propels me away
And tells me I have no choice but to hope for the next day.
—Written by Sandy Heights