Train

I'm sitting at the station wondering if my train is on the track. I've been up all night waiting, feeling like an insomniac. Trying to press forward, but life keeps on pressing back. Like pressure upon glass, I can start to see the cracks. I see my train from afar as my eyes begin to strain. Is that a locomotive, or are my intentions just insane? Could I derail my progress and everything I ascertain? Have everything I've done thus far all just been in vain? All the trains are local, and there's no option for express. I wish to get there sooner, but there's no fast track to success. If I keep on pushing forward, will my efforts ever be blessed? "I think I can... I think I can" the little engine once professed.