The train rushes in but then slows down little by little every time. All of a sudden you’re pushed to the sidetracks.
Once: for not being loved
Twice: for losing patience after too long
for being misunderstood for not being preferred over another, once again
Then harshly blocked out
And been left to drift away
It feels like being shot at point-blank range.
Phantasmagoria in Two by Tim Buckley