Train of thought.

This is one I fixed recently and thought I would share.

I'm on that train of thought again.

My thoughts are racing by much like,

the rivers, buildings, sky and such,

but slower thoughts feel far away,

horizons, I cant reach to touch.

I grab my pad and pen to play,

I stay and ride and pay my fayre,

Aware that soon the coin runs dry,

I think of ways to leave and stare

as rocks and walls and thorns race by.

I cry and clutch my chest to catch,

the breath I missed to brace this storm,

To form the courage to detach,

and jump the carriage off the tracks.

For fear perhaps the train will crash.

A bomb could blow, or coupling cracks,

A thousand voices shout and thrash.

A shadow whispers ride it out,

but stress has gripped me by the core,

and waiting feels like certain death.

A final voice; I hear the door,

"What the **** are you waiting for"