Like a train on its tracks;
throughout the journey of life you will run out of fuel
or repeatedly question where the route is leading you.
Never stay stagnant.
Take your brief stops, but if you stay stagnant in the rain ~/ in the same destroying frame of mind /~ that's where rust forms.

If you don't manage the rust,
or don't try to get your train clean,
you'll destroy your / self /.

Some have never endured the storms that fell during your route
so they can't understand your high fares.
Their route seemed smoother & easier,
leaving you wondering why your tracks always led you to abandoned tunnels.

Appreciate those who chose to stay during those peak and hectic times.
They sat by the windows, saw some of the fog you drove through,
but never saw your perception from the drivers seat.

Slowly getting to grips that my misery and sadness not only delays the schedule,
but delays the route of self.

I couldn't get them to **** me but loving them was the most exquisite form of self destruction.