Derailed and Running Full Steam Aside

All was certain, the tracks determined each and every day Cold steel certainty dictated all thoughts and machinations complacent Will the unfeeling rails define us? Will the force-fed rout devide us? I stand, a locomotive, raging off the track teetering engine building steam throwing all your notions back to the overbearing brother providing lies steeped in half truths deceptive Shall we dance amongst the littered wreck of boxcars toppled over? This free thinking deemed chaotic by compliant passengers begging for margins to live in. ~our brakes never screeched as the truth we beseeched is doled out so reluctant I stand, an illuminating conductor, ready to delve outside the railroad ties seeking new horizons for crashsites *Inspired by S K A T's "Runaway Train" contest**