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and maps outdated,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?
But I'm learning to drive for myself
