"Min dae" station

tick-tick, tick-tick; tick-tick, tick-tick...
is the sound of the wheels that rythmically click,
tick-tick, tick-tick; tick-tick, tick-tick...

the compartment once brimming is now but bare,
my fellow passengers have moved on one by one,
some with waves, others quietly withdrew;
now I lie across the bench with my head by the glass anew.

tick-tick, tick-tick; tick-tick, tick-tick...
I feel I will nod off with the rhythmic click,
tick-tick, tick-tick; tick-tick, tick-tick...

my luggage stands straight, my ticket has been clipped,
the Conductor mapped my journey long before I slipped,
he’ll make sure I wake just in time,
to gather my last bits before I climb.

tick-tick, tick-tick; tick-tick, tick-tick...
my body aches, my spirit feels weak,
tick-tick, tick-tick; tick-tick, tick-tick...

this ride was lengthy, and I feel drained and spent,
I think I’m ready to alight and relent,
but first I must wait — I am no longer riding,
during my sleep my train was shunted to a siding.

alternate ending (for Hermie)
for no longer will fear cloud my sight
as I again with the One unite.