The child looked at his train set Laid out so neatly Around his building bricks, towered high. It was going to be great he thought He wound track around impossible bends Just ignored any obstacles he met With blind breakneck turns; as towers teetered On flimsy foundations. Soon he reached the end of the table. The end of his patience! As the track trailed to the precipice “I’ll finish tomorrow, it’ll be great†And he walked out the room, leaving The train steaming to it’s fateful terminus.