Days pass by like a speeding train
Fast on its path and hard to derail
Till someone comes by and interferes
Trains do one thing and that's move
Sometimes a bit hard getting started
But once it happens it's a tank in motion
So what happens to a derailed train
hundreds of thousands of pounds
all coming to an abrupt halt
Crushing anything in its path
A once solid steel unstoppable vehicle
Now slowly slides to a halt
The dust has been stirred
Clouds are rolling
leaving all affected by its derailment
Lightly covered in dust
To all who have been afflicted i'm sorry
Why am i sorry you may ask
I am the train.
Metaphorically That is
not once ounce of the pain i caused was intentional.
I'd just like you all to know