Life is like traveling by train
There are a lot of destinations
Yet you’re not sure where will they take you
What you need is just a ticket
Aboard, choose your wagon
Walking through the never-ending corridors
Hunting along the aisles of seats
And mostly near the window you sit
The whistle of the engine is the sign
That the journey will be begun
Same with life, it goes on
Passes and stops by at myriads of station
Keep going or detrain?
You must think it fast
Or just trust the train?
Because it gets to its journey’s end at last
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