So
many souls in the window reflection
I sit and watch them for a while.
Different faces, different lives but we’re all
headed in the same direction.
The brunette wants attention, she gives me a smile.
I raise one too.
We look at our windows, feel disconnected;
Sober journey came too soon.
The redhead reads her diary to be in her own world.
Everyone has their stories.
A carriage of broken hearted boys and girls,
But we’re living what we wanted.
As she gets up, he moves so he can put his feet up.
She moves ghostly to the doors, this thing is haunted.
I always say I’ve got to look at something
but keep changing focus so I’m not always staring.
Packed together but so alone
and we have miles to go before we sleep.
And
I’m so far from home.
And
I’m so far from not caring.