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written on a day that I could not keep my train from derailing. |
| I'm on my train of thought And I fear it's runaway The schedule is for naught It changes everyday I've tried the brakes it will not stop Much to my dismay Station to station none stop Not a moment to waste We must arrive by 5 sharp My thoughts must not run late They have to be prompt We speed forward at an alarming rate We see a wall we try to stop "It's futile says the riders" And they are right Boom no survivors What an awful sight |