Perpetual Derailment.

Hurtling towards oblivion, skirting disasterous potholes, the rikshaw rattles its way home through the narrow streets. I cling desperately to the handrail, symptomatic not only of life, also to dinner ingested a few hours ago. Breaking out into a cold sweat, i find my mind inclined to swim about rather alarmingly. I find myself rather disinterested in the steady stream of philosophical psyco-babble i seem to tune in to during this daily flirtation with disaster, better known as my ride home. Random thoughts vie with each other as they navigate the mottled hyperspace between my ears. Random neuron's firing to make absurd conclusions. Accompanied with the feeling of an impending revelation, makes me rush to my computer keyboard in an attempt to have this torrent flow onto the screen in search for some meaning. Alas! the same thoughts that were going multiple mach an instant ago now lie upended not unlike a derailed train.