It sits there waiting for something to make it useful, to feel fulfilled...
Life is like these train tracks, we endure the many weathers of life, tests of faith, the never ending obstacles of dangers... Yet we are firm... Waitibg patiently for the savior... For a life of fulfillment...
Even while visitors may approach, at the end, life is still but an empty track waiting to be that useful reaource...
I am feeling like these tracks... Old and rusty... With only hopes for a better tomorrow sitting on a crowded place, but feeling lonely at the end...
