They all move forward, and stop in between ,
Whiz past the buildings cocooning slums in between,
The windows are useless, we're all trapped in between,
People pretending to be happy in between,
No one looks up, LED screens in between,
So much chaos and I'm caught in between,
So much silence that I'm lost in between,
So much failure i feel in between ,
And I promised myself I won't break this pattern in between ,
But I have now no choice, the words left me in between,
So the next few lines might not say 'in between',
And I know its bad to leave something in between, unfinished, still tarnished, like the walls of this train, like the way I feel every time someone walks away,
Like the hope that isn't yet strong enough to be willed,
I doubt everyday if I can dream before its killed,
But I have to leave now, my station has arrived,
Truly though, it was there all along,
I have arrived ,
Both at my destination and at the conclusion that my,
Journey will end, no matter how futile the fight.
