The engine stated along with my pulse. The ride was slow and steady but my pulse was rapid and rocky.
As the train moved along the dark tunnel all I could picture was my life as based by I began to cry.
All the warnings people gave me, but I couldn't do anything now.
As my thoughts continued the train became dark and cold.
Ill I could think about was why?
Why did I say that? Why did I do that? And most of all why didn't I speak up? Why didn't I make the move?
Why? That was the question as my thoughts steadied of the past the realization came of the feature.