Some Speeding Train

These lines are blurred and the text not clear. I’ve been waiting here for way too long, I’ve been waiting for anything that may come. No way to stop my speeding train- Better leave the tracks while you still can. I have begun a sacred journey, And death runs always through my head. It is not just water under the bridge; It is not some page that I can merely turn. So now I rush towards desperation Or a plane of existence where I succeed. No way of knowing until this someday slows And the text becomes clear.