Routed

The train shuttles forward,

Along the tracks it flies,

Closer and closer to oblivion,

The breaks have failed,

The conductor makes the rounds,

The passengers enjoy the wi-fi,

Nobody cares, nobody needs to,

Routes aplenty, but nobody sees

Closer and closer it gets,

As animals watch from afar

A little girl rushes to the front,

She opens the door,

There is no driver,

The train flies forward,

Into the abyss below.