The Tram Ride

The shops 

the streets 
the towers 
the trees 
the tracks 
the faces 
the fences 
the people.
All pass by 
as I sit 
and I realise
that this,
this it
and I've arrived
this is where
I'm meant to be. 

Train

Time
Rolls on by
Always
Inside, while the world outside
Never stops but just speeds away.