Final Journey

A feeling, a presence, Time is of the essence, A fear that you'll be left alone. A warning, a presage, Delivery of a message, It's all there in the unknown. Alerting, averting It's all disconcerting, Shots ring out from afar. Swerving, observing, The sound is a piercing screech Of a speeding car. It's your final journey! Destination unknown... On your final journey You'll be travelling alone! A pitching and rolling, Sensation controlling, You strike while the iron's aglow. Sensing the danger, One look from a stranger Just passing somehow you know. Urgent, urgent, Somehow it's all converging, Your instincts tell you to run Away from the blackness, The fear and the madness, Onwards into the sun.