Some Place Headed

Sometimes we are alone and we cannot see the sun
Sometimes we are like stars or candles
But unlit we can't see every one

Sometimes we are a train journey with uncertain ends
Dark tunnels and other unsure metaphors
Towards a stop somewhere that cannot guaranty an answer from the way you went

Often, we are not any of these things
We are only bodies headed someplace pivotal but yet unknown
It's OK though,
Because it would be boring if every story was so surely shown