My mother and father are leading me

I don’t know where

I keep following, wanting to be a good son

I shouldn’t have

As we walk fast, almost as if we have to

I see my mother crying

I ask her what’s wrong, I want to be kind

She tells me not to worry

As we get to a train track, when a train is about to come by

My father says, “for the cult!”

He grabs our hand, and makes us all jump in front of the train.

I survived.