I have become the 9 minutes past 8, Not stopping for anyone.

Always late and stretching when I brake. I stop slowly but not gracefully.

I set off into the distance.

I know what's coming and I don't want to go,

but my track is fixed, and never changes.

There is no joy or pleasure in when I crash that pram or wheelchair with someone aboard.

Neither don't I feel guliy because they had the easy way out. And I cant stop my nightmare, NEVER Wake from life.

I want to sleep and my carriages and passengers can be pulled by some other train.

not so suicidal

as I have had enough of the 9 minutes past 8 service, for this nightmare.