Pilgrims

Pilgrims

The train we are on can't be stopped,
even though we know what is coming,
just not the how or the when.

No brakes to slow down the journey
we pass each other from car to car,
the engine a thing no one ever sees.

Then the lights go out for a second
and some once there just a second ago,
now gone,
there seems to be no rhyme or reason,
at least as far as we can see.

What is feared is when our time comes,
when the lights go out
and when light returns,
we are gone.

Were to we go?
Does anyone care?
Will we when the lights go out?