The Train is coming

This track is a substance of hope for some, it of something that goes pass by or of someone that can go by. I can either wait for it to pass by or meet it half way, is before me or behind me? Nonetheless there is hope I will neither move to the right or to the left, I’ve been to the stone my wounded feet tell way much more then I can. I don’t know the height or the length of it but I’m sure it bigger then I am