Uno Momento

Half-empty
Muted echoes
we ride on our way.
The best moments on the train
Are now
Not too far
Before the end of it's line
As burst of speed
Brings entrance to the outside worlds
Now just beyond and beneath it's tracks;
Countless windows
uniformity in chaos
hoping the sun will show
From behind the blanket of clouds
This mild day
Mild moment
perfect
Because there aren't too many people
Too many sounds
And too many things that matter more
Than getting a good start...
©2012clarencecbess