along the grayness of the sky,
i zoom through the city
looking quiet dead in the horizon
as rails rattle and clung
monotone expressions
minding their business
lost in their own problems.
it's all the same
i walked the exit of the train,
a huge gush of wind greeting me
i look back, where i sitted
curious about who sat there before me
i fondled my boots,
a little lame and clumsy
the train zoomed and resumed
while i slam my palm to my forehead
it would be better
to be someone else,
i'll be seeing the world a little clearer
but maybe, it's all the same
the tail of the train ended
quiet lonesome i may say,
yet across me was a figure, smiling
this will be a great day
