As I sit in my car in the train station
A sinking feeling begins,
I missed the train by only a moment,
It’s my fault I should’ve left earlier especially after checking the heavy traffic upon descent.
A small red bit indicated on the traffic flow map, Meaning some parts could be slow.
Still, I insisted I could make it,
And hell bent on making it to the station, even going 90 miles per hour on occasion.
I was wrong, the train was on time this time,
And so I couldn’t do anything but wait for the next train and therein I could close my eyes and nap and try to not feel a bit of any sorrow.