The Train

the train

I'm standing on a railway bridge waiting for a train
planning my final exit in the pouring rain
I have no other options I can't see any way back
counting all the sleepers laid underneath the track

I have to keep on recounting until I get it right
I can't seem to comprhend how it's taking me all night
I'm standing on this bridge I really don't know why
somebody keeps moving the sleepers, it makes me want to cry

I am running out of time, I have got to get the count right
far away in the distance I can see the oncoming trains light
so I am trying to count the sleepers as fast as I possibly can
but sadly I keep messing up the count, nothing is going to plan

the train is getting closer and closer but I am not ready to jump
I'm sweating and starting to panic listening to my heart thump
all the time the train is getting closer the sleepers start to disappear
my panic by now has turned into hysteria as the train is drawing near

I can't jump off this bridge until the sleepers  have all come back
I can't take the risk of jumping in case the train jumps off the track
my mind is getting mixed up I can't make  sense of  what's going on
the train has just passed under the bridge now my life should be gone

but I am still standing here on this railway bridge waiting for a  train
trying to count the sleepers but they are messing with my brain
now I can feel myself falling, I panic, and I start to scream
am I dead ? I open my eyes! then I realize, it was all a dream

William Fearby