Attempts at Haiku Poetry

unknown, I embark,
backpack full of emotions,
whistles train, cheering

matcha like a lake,
golden glowing snake swirls to
shrubs, flies a heron

at traffic night light,
he goes blowing soap bubbles,
lack a zest, he sells

tap a tale the rain,
shivering he sits, covered
drenched in torn blue sheet

motionless is auto,
racing are the thoughts of mine,
stuck in life is me