so kind of you to bless us with your effortlessness

 There is a Train barreling at me. 

I am standing on the rusted tracks 

accompanied by the lake on my left, 

and the forest on my right.

The train is traveling at 102 mph,

I know because my friend excitedly shouted it to me from safety. 

a crowd slowly gathers,

slowly seeping from the trees, 

from behind the reeds,

and some even materialize from the steel tracks. 

They talk loudly,

A chorus of voices rising to match the noise of the oncoming train. 

Quickly my skin began to hum, 

my heart beating withe drums of Brianstorm, 

and my brain failing to supply the correct lyrics. 

and when I thought my chest would take off with the guitar, 

I jumped with it, 

out of the way of the train. 

and I watched the train fly past. 

much faster than 102 mph. 

and the crowd cheered, 

and I took a bow. 

but it's weird no one ever questioned, 

what idiot chooses to stand in front of a moving train?