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.