Rolling along, your plans as tight as rails
Beneath the iron wheels,
A painted landscape sliding past as
Stations come and go.
People rise to leave and others climb on board
Your destination’s closer
with every singing mile of track until
A lever’s pulled.
Harsh shrieks lift
The floor beneath your feet, it tilts.
You struggle for your balance, grabbing
Anything to hold.
Jolting to a stop
Will take you,