Train of Thought

A constant forward motion
in my head so much commotion
to stop would kill my chances
hurriedly my train advances.

Trying to lay down the tracks
twisting turning to avoid attacks
the train carries just one
trying to control the countless spun
spread to thin
among all of them.

Outside the window we see a wall
I rush to the front trying to stall
I reach the break
but I hesitate,
choo choo
I'm finished, phew.