Forward is the only Option(Poem #88)

I feel like a broken record,

spinning of it’s track.

Like a railway car,

that wants to turn back,

but has figured out that the tracks I have been on have fallen apart,

and that forward is the only way to go,

even if it is into a tunnel,

without any sign of an end,

pushing forward is the only option,

til you reach a dead end……