Life is a Journey

Why must it be that we follow along the long, winding tracks belonging to the train of wonder and untold mysteries, where we are trapped inside our own passenger cart with other people of importance to us, of whom no one can imagine what is waiting to approach them next except the conductor at the head, in rain or shine we are still watching the land flash behind our interested eyes, the city, the plains, the mountains, and the heavens at last, where liberty strikes us finally.