Running on Rails

She has a full head of steam
Charging relentlessly forward
Ever faster and faster
Without a single thought
As to where she is heading.
Her one-track mind
Is bent on getting there quick,
Wherever that might be.
She blasts through crossings
Belching smoke
And screaming at everyone
To clear her path,
Because she is coming through
And nobody better
Get in her way.
She is a locomotive
Running on rails,
With a mind of her own
Mindlessly following
The track she is on.