Next Station

Darkness surrounds me, darkness consumes me. So beautiful, so terrifying. I lost my way more than once, my time rushed me down the wrong road. But life keeps rolling on, like a giant stone. Should I stop here, should I step off this ride? Should I keep riding on, wherever fate may throw me? The next station, where does it end its run? The next station – good or bad? Outside the window the world drifts by, faces, shadows, signs. Everyone carries their fear, everyone their own absence. And I still ask myself if I can change the track, or if I only have to wait for fate to choose it all. But life keeps rolling on, like a giant stone. Should I stop here, should I step off this ride? Should I keep riding on, wherever fate may throw me? The next station, where does it end its run? The next station – good or bad? Maybe I don’t need to know every gate ahead of me. Maybe it’s enough to keep moving, even with my eyes closed. Because even in the dark there is a chance for dawn. Should I keep riding on, wherever fate may throw me? The next station, where does it end its run? The next station – good or bad? I’ll keep going on until I find my time.