Is it the sunrise outside the train window
or my young lived soul?

Is it the slow and comforting tune
playing through my headphones
or my need to spend some tears
over a gridded notebook?

Is it the silent grief
that hits me without notice
or the beauty of the present moment?

Is it the cabin’s smell
or the memory of our last trip
that feels so vivid still?

Is it the echo of my heavy thoughts
that knocks the bottom of my mind
or all the unsaid words
that restrain me
from leaving history behind?

Yes, it really is.