Train ride

I used to be the scribe all over the town
to write was the source of my fuel
Then it faded away like a worn sun tan
and in the back of my mind forged a duel

Now the passion is back
but did it ever really go?
Is it long term or just a short stay?
Does a dream have a pulse and a feeling?
Can it arrive or is it departure day?

I've boarded the train of my destination
I'm in the first class carriage of the dream
I'm moving and waiting at the same time
don't wanna overlook my scene

There's people in your life who play a part
each a piece in the jigsaw of life
Is it just wisdom or is it an art?