Runaway Train

Seems like I should be getting somewhere
Somehow I'm neither here nor there

The train hurtled on down the track. He just sat there, looking out the glass window, watching the scenery rush past. Station after station, the train just steamed on. There hadn't been a stop for sometime now, and he was just enamored by the various views that he was privy to in this journey.

A thought struck him. He decided to get off at the next station. The train just kept moving. The sun rose, the sun set, but the train wouldn't stop. Finally, he just pulled the chain, and the train screeched to a halt.

He opened the door, and stepped out. He should listen more often.