sitting on a train
soft silent sighing
shrieking tracks
slip beneath smiling
glass cataract
gentle grace hiding
i hold the cold hard rail
no one saw you crying
i do not know you
you do not know me
our hands fall down
into the pockets of our jeans
people walk in
and people walk out
separate and silent
as the Schizophrenic shouts
let me go
standing on a train
sharp high chuckle
silent tracks
from the back comes a scuffle
i see the white of your eyes
shaking vibrations
you look turn then hide
the train leaves the station
i do not know you
you do not know me
our hands fall down
into the pockets of our jeans
people walk in
and people walk out
separate and silent
as the Schizophrenic shouts
let me go