The Train

The train was moving with a screeching noise
Not bearing good tidings
But a strange undecipherable warning
I wasn't sure if it was moving at all
It gave Hitchcockian vibes
It finally came where the crowd was
Each looking at the other with suspicion
There was a background theme
But hardly any noise
Surprisingly, there was no jostling
Though, each one got into the train without a smile
I tried a lot to unravel the plot
But it was sticky and wrapped in many folds
The train looked like it would gobble us all
Like a slithering poisonous snake
It started moving
Everyone was restless
But they maintained a no-expression look
I decided to look outdoors
Breathe in fresh air and fresh thoughts
There were no murders
There was no life
We reached safe and sound and resumed our lives
The train, once again, was moving with a screeching noise