Many people compare life to a road
With its twists and turns,
Its ups and downs,
The unknown lying round the corner
An infinite variety of paths to choose from

The last was something I failed to understand
To me life was like a railway track
I could choose my speed
I could choose to end my journey
But someone had picked my destination
And laid the tracks before me

The spinning of my wheels,
The scenery flashing before my eyes
All had become monotonous
A mere routine to follow

The sun rose to illuminate another day
Shinning upon a most unusual sight
Disrupting the miles of bleak countryside
Was a woman tied to the tracks

I tried to stop
I though about my responsibilities
My wife
My kids
But to no avail

I hit her
We remained in contact for a few blissful seconds
Then I was carried of the tracks
Left alone, in the wilderness
To bleed to death

As I lay there, my life force ebbing away
I felt surprisingly happy
And for once I understood
What she meant when she said

Say not you want me to be happy
Say rather you want me to live