Ginger Vee My Chronic Life

I always wondered if I’d know the train was coming before it smashed into me –

Would I hear the echo of the whistle?

Feel the tremor on the tracks?

Would I doubt my instincts?

Deny its existence,

and stay steadfast?

Some say the way is safe.

Some say I’d be OK –

While others warn of hardship and strife,

and ancient ties left to decay.

Would I see the impending disaster and jump out of the way?

Or continue my uncertain path in complete and utter blind faith?

Once I see the light at the end of the tunnel –

Does that mean it’s too late?