On The Train Of Fate… Poem by Noorie Ali

It is a hectic circle
Everyone is moving
The world is hyperactive running as if dozens of cheetahs were to whiz
70 miles per hour, rushing to get by.
Willing to reach a certain destination within time
Climbing on benches skipping walls, drenched with heavy raindrops gushing by
There is NO time to stall!
We must move on and on, like a whirlwind.
Keep on spinning until we are dizzy feeling faint
Drizzling sweat! Sprinting away….
For this world is a diameter that is unreachable.
A battle between the successful and the hopeless.
A war between luck and destiny.
Just keep on going until we have eventually broken down.
Until we are refueled. Refilled with energy and enough power to carry on accelerating.
For we are only machinery, therefore are “allowed” to dropp like a shaft that run dry.
A figure of speech it is for the fait of these trains only fortune will tell…
Or may be cast a spell of showering wealth a chance to explore the “Dunya”
To experience life of a mirage that is in our insane minds.
It’s a busy time everybody’s in their on little world! for thy presence of the fortune cookie has not yet arrived this train will keep on running until it is bind with a thread so strong that will transform our cookies for eternity.