I jumped onto the side step of the train,
The train going off schedule,
This train I knew not where,
It was travelling to.
But I loved the ride.
I ran fast after a bus,
Throwing out my hand to flag it down.
It picked me up and took,
Me around,
All of downtown.
And I loved the ride.
I ran with my bike on it's side,
Trying to climb it's seat so high.
My right leg swung around it.
'I made it, ' I yelled with a sigh.
And I loved this bike ride.
So I knew my destination,
Didn't lie.
It's only road was it's destiny.
Train, bus and bike' destinations,
Were where they were destined to go.
Where they were destined to be.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Thrill of life lies in running and catching after little destinations.