My Jounney

Tucked away in our subconscious is an idyllic vision.
I am traveling by train, out the windows,
I drink in the passing scenes of children
waving at a crossing,
cattle grazing on a distant hillside and fields,
row upon row of corn and wheat,
flatlands and valleys,
mountains and rolling hillsides
and city skylines.

But uppermost in my mind is the final destination.
On a certain day, i will pull into the station. 
Once i get there, my dreams will come true
and the pieces of my live
will fit together like a completed jigsaw puzzle.
Restlessly i pace the aisles,
damning the minutes - waiting,
waiting, waiting for the station.