Wrong train

Always rushing.
Times running out.
A constant worry,
hmm…a nagging doubt.

Doors open.
The passengers jostle.
I jump into train,
I hear a chuckle.

Train is speeding.
Destination as usual.
We all agree,
journey’s a gruel.

We settle ok.
The silence returns.
Everyone’s engrossed,
there are no concerns

My doubt returns.
I scream out “shit!”
I look at the map,
I feel like a twit.

Some heads turn.
Some have refused.
The chuckler grins,
very amused.