A Train Ride

I.

A train ride through the nestled town,
The morning mist lifts ups its veil,
From ordinary to most profound,
Her thoughts a boat that just set sail.

II.

Layers of filth in ditches there,
Is something left shiny beneath?
Above the filth, between the air,
And on her head, a shining wreath.

III.

Endless emotions crossed these tracks,
Attachments bear down so heavy.
She exits, her feet sealing cracks,
The last stop is tranquility.