Life never stops in its tracks.
The train progresses faster.
Will you stay on board,
Move from car to car,
Or will you make the jump
Into the speeding grass?
A tunnel looms up ahead.
It's dark, and you're afraid,
But at the end,
There's bound to be
A little bit of light.
I'm closing the door.
Stepping back into the compartment.
And smiling as I turn to face you.
Once again.