I step onto the train Remember the first time he made me cry Because he asked if I wanted him to sit with me And I felt safe saying no To ride alone with my own thoughts   It is the last scheduled tonight I…

a train lumbering spray painted rusty cars children stop their play they face an alien beast each day — it never gets old  

BREAK NECK SPEED Life moves at break neck speed, full throttle, balls to the wall, waiting for no one. So why should I? I’ve spent most of my life putting others first, silencing my heart, dying to the dreams coursing through my blood, pouring out…