The journey has come to a screeching halt
From pedal to floor
I heard its thunderous roar
As it stopped dead in its tracks.
Asking myself “what is this game?”
Because we’ve started shuffling cards, dealing hands
And I’m no longer chugging along sands
Of limp, moth-eaten metal
No carriage to rest or settle
Just an abrupt shove into a passerby
Flung from my seat with emotions awry
Buckle up babe it’s going to be a bumpy ride
From here on out
With this particular duvet-lipped guy.