Only Derailed

Mary had a little lamb
Her soul was white as snow
What the fuck am I doing
Standing up and reading you another metaphor?
Momentarily distressing myself
To express myself
With the hippest words and lingo
Being the tool, the Juggling fool
Those tarot cards laid out
Did you know that death is my card
Oh that number thirteen
Born into my name
Analyze this and analyze that
While you analyze me,
I forgot you all out there, you see
I'm watching you
Watch me
Back to tarot, back to death
I'm not, but they thought I should be
Look at your watch, those clocks
Tick, tick, tock
I'm on your time now, doc.
Hello?! Train of thought!
Did you miss me? Did you hit me?
I never lose my train of thought
Despite what you might hear
I will clarify that, in fact
That sound you hear, I fear,
Is no empty whistle missing it's stop in my ear
Oh no, it's a crash
A bang boom shatter clatter mash
Smash of twisted metal ideas, driving forces
Halted, collision, collided divided
Not missing, not absent
Just rubble, just tragic
So my thoughts, they don't wander
Go poof with a puff
They leave smoke though, they leave ruins,
Debris, rubble and wreckage
Remains of concepts and ideas
Noxious and building, melting designs of warped ill fated fortune
Ticking engines hissing away their final breath
click click tick click
Like that of a clock, like some gears
Like that time passing by
That I'll never get back
So Mary and that lamb?
You remember them right
They were in my head too
Oh they were all there that night
When I sat down to write this,
To put something down
And that old freight train came on chugging on in
From one end of town, with no engineer
None at the helm
No one to pilot, no one to steer, none to guide it away from what's drawing near
Away from the steamer, plowing on down
Plowing on down opposite town
The lamb and Mary directly between'er.
You get what I mean now
They're fucking both screamers
With that damn calf bleating
And  Mary's still wailing
A surprise to you all I haven’t been bailing?
And this demolition collecting in my head?
I don't lose my thoughts, or track of time...
But it's only a question of when goes my mind.