A train in the night

It could be a night
Or the semi-darkness of an afternoon
The important thing is
You’re on a blind date

Don’t bother to hold hands
You are not likely to meet again
Features are deceitful
Colours fade

Reality is the train stations.
Who pays for your greed
Who welcomes you home
Finally on arrival

Night journey is like sleep
You practice how to die.

Bose