Green Peas at Stake

The Wrong Train

I have no compulsion
to broadcast the details, but
"I knew I was going to take the wrong train,
so I left early,"
inundated by protests
for missing my drumroll moment.
Through some ritualistic humbling
with petty reasons, such as someone
peeking in on my sappy romance,
I left that bel canto terrain
and my front-row seat
with jackhammer speed
to shield specific bits from
the public and to kind of muddle
my way through my own
preposterous new plot,
amid buckets of tears of dismay,
so, I could survive the grueling race
between fame and defeat.
On to the platform I rose as if a newcomer to life,
although I knew I was taking the wrong train.

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Prompt: for "Poets' Practice Pad" 
Write a poem from any Yogi Berra Quote.
""I knew I was going to take the wrong train,
so I left early."