After a shrill whistle had appeared,
A grey coughing steam created a thunder-cloud.
An overwhelming screeching sound is all I hear,
Metallic wheels are wearing out.
This keeps on running on its never ending track of misery.
Struck by lightning there is no turning back for me.
Going by this train is not one of my choices,
Since I've been rushing through the gale of my inner voices.
Thought keep scattering all around.
Lost all sense of where I could be.
Can't live on air or stand on a moving ground.
'Cause nowhere is my destiny.
