Train

I sit at the window seat
Of a train picking up speed
I watch from the inside
The events unfolding outside

Slow to start, but continually getting faster
The visions outside merge into a whirlwind blur
And I'm worried that soon will come the time
when I leave this platform behind

I cant bear to think what lies ahead,
Yonder, the fields of grateful dead
An eternal full stop...
Forever moving, an end unthought of

For This train is my current time
The platform is my ongoing life
And I feel, if I speed away so soon
I'll spiral away into an empty void of gloom

Join others on the bank of Styx
Forgotten relics in prisons of lead bricks
This platform does not endure the test of time
My fatal journey, now others fall in line