My journey (part 1)

The journey of my life Has passed through many stations Many people met many just left Few people became friends But on next station they too left When I looked through the window Most of the time it was barren Nothing seems to influence me I kept looking out with a hope Something which will make me smile When some station was to come My interest used to arise Hoping may be some good passenger Will make my journey a little bright Will give some company for a while Passengers did came but no one really enquired I approached to them but they didn't take interest I was among them but still lonely There was always a feeling To change the train i took Every new station gave me choice But the same question was always there What if the same thing happen again?