And when the train of powerless
Began to ring at nearest station,
I saw the trouble in my chest:
My plans were just imagination.

And as I'm trying to escape,
The sound gets close, so near,
And nothing comes to stop the "tape"
That makes the noise of fear...

The smells of it just blind my ear
The vision makes me careless,
And any other danger, fear,
Will be lost as time will pass.

The way that life dissolves time
Is far to know, and hard to see,
And any dream, or plan is vain
If you don't trust that it could be...
...Reality