Train Ride
I know these people,
Their glances
And worn faces.
The sun's glare
Blots them out
Leaving only their shadows.
Always searching outside,
Looking outside
for the answers.
Afraid,
Uncomfortable,
To look inside;
To look at other people.
Eyes meeting by accident quickly shift.
Occasionally eyes linger.
Do I know you?
But the faces remain blank,
Stiff,
Unyielding.
And the eyes turn back outside
Even if outside is only
Blackness
Punctuated
By passing lights.
The train stops.
People get off.
They've reached
Their destination.
The journey
Was only
Another means to some end.
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