A man stands in the road.
He never has been told;
of the options,
and opportunities,
which are his birthright.
So he stands on the track.
There's no turning back;
and it is hard,
to find your way,
when walking without light.
Can't find his space.
He's tied to this place;
and never goes,
in search of life,
for fear he will be lost.
He watches the sky.
Dreams he might fly;
and touch the stars,
he loves so much,
but never counts the cost.

For dreams are like steam,
they always fade away.
You're left alone and unseen,
a sad forgotten stray.
You've nothing to display,
for all the time you've wasted.
Thousand chances pass you by,
and pleasures go untasted.

Then out of the night;
come two points of light;
like the stars,
this man dreams of,
are coming just for him.
Cased in delight.
he can't hear the might;
of the mighty engine,
that follows,
so close behind them.
As they draw near;
the man does not fear;
all he wants,
is just for this dream,
to continue.
He never expects;
when hard steel connects;
and all he's left with,
is the cruch of,
blood and sinew.

That moment of his death
is when he's most alive.
As he takes his last breath,
he understands the value of time.
He tries to treasure each moment,
as he feels it slip away.
Till the darkness overcomes him,
and he's left alone, again.