death train

i was in the train,on the way back from clark quay.
a full day of studying.

and i realized.
the train is like a passage through time.
or more specifically,death.

you get on,not knowing whether you reach the end safely.
it starts to move.
people on the other side.the outside.
they go on,regardless.
the train moves faster.
as you watch out the window,the station flashes past.
like your life flashing before your eyes.
and the people who are not on the train,carry on with their lives.
whisked away.
the train is in a dark tunnel.
like the vortex of time.

now all you can do is to wait,wait till you reach the end.

whatever that may be.