A Fool?

I set out on a long trip, In a train that spans from end to end. Out through the window flashed past, Assorted scenes one by one. Sky scrapers and mud hovels, Steaming cities and peaceful hamlets, Row upon row of maize and wheat, Bent down under the weight of grain. Cars gliding along crowded streets Children school bound in crisp uniforms Cattle grazing on distant hills Cadets on parade beside their tented camps Smoke coiling up from tall chimneys Sizzling cascades from the heights Swirling streams and glistening rivulets Silky meadows and tall mountains Disposed not I to enjoy the scenes My mind moored to the final halt Saw nothing before, but the station Fellow travellers - a flaunting menagerie Communed to few, connected to none. At every halt, some exited out And strangers came in to fill the space But all to myself-my eyes far set Damning the distance, I waited on and on Myself a wretched lone traveller! Like a sailor lost in the sea, Restless I was to reach the shore. My ears agog to shouts of welcome My body eager for the warm embrace I paced the aisles and counted the miles Impatient and irate, I grew I dreamt, my life - a jig saw puzzle The pieces neatly fitting together On arrival after a tedious trip Once and for all, at my terminus. With my gaze fixed beyond the horizon Caring not to see what lies before I continue to travel miles on end To a place that outdistances me ever!