Overnight Train

As I sat
In the train
To some city,
Coming from
Some city,
I look outside.

I see nothing
But black ink
Smeared over
The countryside.
Black and thick.

But I don't
See the ink
That accompanied
Me on my trip.
All I see
Is my life.

Stretching
From some city
To another.
My twisted life
Bringing me
To this point.

I should be sleeping,
But now I look
To my future
Beyond that black ink,
Lost in the ink.

Eventually I wil sleep,
Letting hours
Pass by
Till the morning
Or the city
Wakes me up
On this
Overnight train.