Click-clack, click-clack, I'm rolling backwards
as this train keeps plunging forward.
Clack-clack click, it's quite the trick
to keep the pace I ought to.
Meanwhile, if I could stretch to see what's waiting
up the bend for me, I might not like my Destiny
and try to jump mid-station.
Choo-choo-chew it up and spew it out,
no doubt the wheels are sparking, rusty squeals
the iron feels like it could melt at any moment.
Pull the whistle chain, the strain of one long scream
will clear the crossings, while red lights flash through
the night, yet I ignore their warnings.
And should I stick my neck out, no doubt
some close limb will surely sever, but if so,
the way things go, Detached might work out better.
Without a brain, my body goes along the set path,
never slows, and who needs the constant shift
that brings "What if...?" and ruins the motion.
Best to not know how it ends,
or I might jump off track again...
so I'll sit back, enjoy the ride
till I plunge off the mountainside.