On the train everybody reads
Avoiding each others eyes
So there are no uncomfortable moments
Like those when somebody lies
Personal
space is very closed these days
Papers
music and a book
Bags
, rucksacks and luggage
Don’t
even get a second look
Everybody
has headphones on
Or
is sending some one a text
I
look around me and wonder
What
ever will come next
Nobody
hears the announcer
As
he says ‘the train terminates here’
So
we all sit there like lemons
I’m
one of them, I fear
Some
one finally turns off their Ipod
And
goes off to complain
We
all look down at our Metros
As
the door closes and he misses the train.
