Train tracks

by Ameanie

At some point, You board the train. --- You enter, Into a level of luxury.

Whether it's substantial, Mediocre or shabby.

Substantial levels, Demand and demand.

You never really, Take a rest.

Mediocre level, Is where you relax and live.

You don't have, A big reason to fight.

When you board, The worst level.

You fight to earn, Every scrap.

It is here, Where you emerge from the ashes. --- At some point, You want to give up.

What really is the point, Of all this struggle?

You push through, The levels of luxury.

With varying carriers, In between.

Sometimes, You want to step through the exit.

Of the carrier, Which you are now in.

But sometimes, You just have to grab hold.

Of the line, That anchors you.

That grounds, And leads you through this nightmare. --- At some point, You step off the train.

Then you leave traces, Of your being behind.

For your followers, To grab hold of.

And continue fighting, Or to fall back.

But sometimes, Instead of stepping off.

You become, Another level.

You become, The driver.

Taking your own routs, Leading your own train.

Through the ups and downs, Of the track. --- At some point, You look back and marvel.

On the hills and valleys, That defines your life…