The morals, so blatantly missed
Time after time again
The points redirected on a detour.
In the land of the fucked up and trapped
No secure destiny awaited
For the train with thirteen passengers
As their minds tripped over every bump in the track
It was obvious they had to do something.
Which
Is the best way?
Give me something to ease
The pain.
I would die
If not for the thought that something much worse lies ahead
Of mortal life.