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RUNAWAY TRAIN

Someone else is driving

this great big train.

I tried to gain control

but lost it again.

Steering off the loop,

the driver's cock-a-hoop,

laughing with panic,

unnatural and manic.

I keep looking back,

trying to get on track.

The driver's full of glee.

She shares my hands, my sight,

but she's not me.

Full steam ahead!

The connection must be dead.

The throttle's at full thrust

but we are choked by rust

The wheels aren't going round,

still on the same old ground.

Going nowhere

Going solo

Going loco-

motive.