Train of Inspiration

He stands alone on the train tracks,
While people on both platforms scream at him,
A train is coming!
They scream for help from the stewards,
Get him off the tracks!
But they are too afraid to do it,
The train is too near, we'll be killed!
While all this was going on,
The train thundered unrelentingly toward the man,
And he willed it to do so,
To go faster,
It's the only way, he told himself,
As he watched the smoke billowing from the top of it,
And as he listened to the train's horn carry through the air,
This is the key to unlocking it...

He could hear the shouts of the people no more,
The noise of the train's horn,
Was the only thing he could hear,
The sight of the speeding train,
The only thing he could see.
He was so close to it now,
His reason for being on the tracks,
And as the train edged closer to him,
He edged nearer to getting it...
Hit me, he willed it,
HIT ME!
Then the impact,
All he could see was white,
And then it really hit him,
And he smiled...

He woke up,
And he picked up his pen.