Passengers

Are you a passenger

on the train of life?

keeping your head down

avoiding any strife.

Trundling through

just trying to get by,

not brave enough

to ever wonder why.

Or are you the driver

on the train of life?

carving your way through

like a sharp knife.

Looking for opportunities

to improve your lot,

leaving behind the things

that need to be forgot.

I am just a passenger

on this train,

no matter what may happen

I will not complain.

Sitting silently

and going with the flow,

why not?

I’ve nowhere else to go.

photo of two men standing near railway station
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4 thoughts on “Passengers

  1. That was a really beautiful poem 👍🌹

    Like

  2. I am now the driver. I am in charge of my life, I choose which direction I travel in my life.

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