Summer musings as the world spins its yarns

World lines come close by,
We stop and interact,
But when we hit the space time storms,
We are forced to face the fact.

I do not care whose win it is,
Or who lost their fortitude.
I keep speeding on same old tracks,
Onwards, with gratitude.

As I left the station bleak,
I passed the falling rains,
Rivers swelled, flooded banks,
Washed the last remains.

The sun  shone on a newfound day,
Over the Bavarian heights,
I awoke from the frozen sleep,
And prepared for new sights.