Train

I just wish I knew how
I don't always know how to be the woman I want to; 
I wish I knew what was right. 
I wish I knew me.
The keenest sense that I used to get that there was a rail, 
The path was clean, and I was on the train. 
I was fine until I lost that groove. 
In the wood, the grain splitting in two. 
The train derailed,
I was flying through it all.
Before I even knew, before I even knew...