Self preservation
a fight to survive
or just a waste of time
thinking in line
Is it passing by
Is it already gone
Make me feel
Don’t want to die
Don’t want to find
nothing at all
Smell of exhaust
asphalt and tire
Dissonance in skull
Body but a hull
Say it isn’t so
Don’t let me go
Hold onto the dream
Make me believe
Don’t want to see
The world as it is
Too much to take
As I lie on the tracks
inviting it to come
Swallowed whole
by the moving metal snake