Train Rides Poem by Stephanie Breuer

Bored out of our minds, we are on train rides.
No means to sleep, no topics left.
Eternal landscapes rushing by
and yet -
nothing to catch the eye.

Blurs of green and brown,
indistinguishable dots of colour flying by,
unlike time,
which seems to stop -
and never move on.

A whole different dimension
in that we're stuck
just as long as the wheels keep turning.
Seconds become minutes, minutes become hours
and hours become days...

Why doesn't it end?
When are we there?
The world is calling
BUT
we're stuck!

A sudden jolt, a whistle,
we are there!
Full of joy, we hop out the door
unto the platform
towards freedom and adventures.