It’s beyond me

The more I feel lost the more I feel found. I’m happy I know the lyrics to this song. I’m glad that I have an open page of life in front of me and for once I’m not afraid to write on it. Like hearing a train coming from long away expecting it to stop for you but it doesn’t, and you look around you and people are smiling. Before you know it people are talking to you and you’re happy to be there. The fact that you were waiting for something is gone. A gust of wind at your back, a smell of tepid air and it’s gone. Standing not alone on a platform. Forgetting your luggage and walking away. I remember more than I should’ve forgot and it doesn’t seem like those memories mean the same thing anymore.