Every life rides on rails built for, & by, us.
We take to the tracks in order to bypass fuss.
The ones laid down in infancy are permanent.
We lay new & spur lines…we grow & we augment.
Yet, though, our origins are inescapable.
We steam ahead to anywhere we’re capable.
Each new age, & stage, deploys routine trips & back.
No mind how far flung we chug, we’re still on a track.
The trick is mapping every border that you find.
Be aware; where you’re not & where you’ve yet to wind.
L.B.Stowe 