Miraculous Mirage

O! How I long for a miracle
that sets all things right in this life debacle
one flick of a wand, one chant of a magical spell
clears all the wilderness away;making journey a swell.

On my window I see trees gigantic fly away,
buildings both marvelous and stupid pop out of the way
waving hands become part of the backdrop forgotten soon
as the train steers its way thro' multi-colored monsoon.

Ample opportunities I was given by the generous train
to drop all past behind and walk into unknown
many stations it halts both crowded and desolated
for me to jump and catch the life altered.

I shook my head at the chances so often,
a miracle that I longed  to vanish the past, mistaken
for the buried may leave me behind
but I carry the buried burden in my mind.

I sit in the train with my ticket held tight
waiting patiently for my turn to descend this flight
at the station past the racing trees and vanishing buildings
place where I leave the train, with neither the belongings nor the longings.