From The Lab

Er, Conductor?

Fast stuck in a world of darkness,
Painful blow after painful blow,
Attempting to stay on target,
In bottom of the barrel flows,
Running slow, so we won't die tired,
Choosing paths on a trail surreal,
Admiring, as a trophy case,
As clear as glass, secrets revealed.
Holding on to forgotten strengths
Exploring cold and murky depths,
Of choppy waters, twisting and
Writhing long on the blood express,
Set the destination: Nowhere,
We'll just enjoy the scenic view,
Standing tall amongst the fallen,
All made that way because of you,
They overlooked your tendencies,
Is this strategy more earnest?
We're just as blind with far less fuel
To fill your still starving furnace,
That ancient engine, never seen,
Must we match in lowbrow tactics?
The high road's never seemed so far,
Or is that simply semantics,
And we should always stay on track,
Despite all the alternate routes,
That tempt us all along the way
With wicked whisper's forceful shout.
It's a game; surprised we noticed?
We, the many self-aware pawns,
With numbered seats and tickets punched,
Accepting the location drawn,
You've always had our attention,
Knowingly, the few have kept score,
Sure, you're leaving, but I'll choose to
Ignore that call of 'all aboard.'