Desires that never get fulfilled

This often happens to me. Those who have read the following poem, often confirm that it happens to them as well.

The poem goes as:

STANDING IN A TRAIN

I was looking out,

in no hurry to get off.

I wanted to fly,

out in the fields

through the yellow corn

among the birds

in the warm Sun;

I wanted to be banged

at chest

by the running trees

and the posts passing by;

I wanted to try myself.

I wanted to feel

the rush of voltage

of those thick wires

in my veins.

I wanted to lie down

on the rail tracks

feeling

a soothing tickle

of the train

as it passed over me.

I was to try myself,

my strength,

my existence,

my abilities,

my confidence.

But I didn’t.

Thank you Consciousness!