Grand Central

[Squirt]

if only there was some way to
derail or reroute
the train of my thoughts;
the train whose
grand central station is
as crowded as the train itself,
constantly moving,
always missing other stops,
barging forward,
chugging,
plunging down the hills,
plowing through everything in its way
threatening its steady course,
always returning to grand central,
never stopping before hand.
it's driving me crazy;
why can't there be other stops on the way?
why does grand central even have to exist at all?
why can't it fade into oblivion like
everything else does in my life?
where in hell did it come from in the first place?
and why can't i make it go away?
why can't i make it all go away?