Things move along
before I’ve made up my mind,
a railway over an ocean,
and I’m along for the ride.

Not quite willing,
but also not captive,
expected to go with the flow
and remain well-adapted.

Drivers impatient
and maps outdated,
planning my own route
is slow and underappreciated.

I’m ushered left
and shoved to the right,
an indecisive death-
but I float on alright.

I don’t know that I want
to be on this train,
but I’m already here,
I’m expected to stay.

Walking and talking
should be banned for me,
once I look up,
all new surroundings I see.

Am I the bad guy
for abandoning ship,
when I never said yes,
but I was complacent?