The train had come far toward its destination, <br />although the route was not the one he'd dreamed. <br />At first, yes: mountains, cities, oceans, friends. <br />Then, vast expanse of dusty, arid plains <br />connecting small, unmemorable stations <br />where strangers neither smiled nor spoke to him. <br />The rhythm of the wheels lulled him toward sleep, <br />his only wish, the tedious journey's end.<br /><br />Max Reif<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/disillusionment/
