Standing awkwardly in a crowd of unknown faces,

Everyone with a story and going to different places.

My eyes and mind start to wander,

Higher than a Californian condor.

Like a roller coaster; everything so fast and wild.

Random memories popping up, questions are piled.

Nothing seems clear, but I can’t help wanting to know more.

This train alone has encountered more than a human can understand,

Metal railroad cars, doors, and seats; it comes across as bland.

This train is what connects us to the great city we live in,

Savor the view; it’ll raise bumps on your skin.

Skyscrapers overlooking people the size of ants,

Jeans worn at the knees to feeling the need for implants.

All different people fill this city alone,

There are people who wear too much cologne,

Or people who haven’t showered for weeks,

All together in a confined space; no one speaks.

The silence gives me chills for a deeper reason,

We live our separate lives season through season.

We come across endless people, but only talk to the familiar faces,

Feeling uncontrollable anxiety when approached with different races.

I wish this world was different in every aspect,

Hands are used for hand shakes; not to get decked.

Not going up to random people should be weird,

A shooting should be a surprise,

The wealthy are not the wise.

Beauty is what everyone is born with you see,

Not something we have to keep up with daily.

We’d have close relationships with countless strangers,

Since trust doesn’t create dangers.

Conformity would be unknown to our brains,

Our second nature would be getting rid of people’s pains.

We’re back on the train; sitting in that deathly silence again,

Those “obnoxious” people that come aboard now and then.

Passengers look down on the one who is outspoken,

No one understands that he actually is the token.

I’d admire that person who doesn’t give a fuck,

While others are clutching their purses, I’m struck.

I watch him in vain as he sings his heart out,

I’m happy when he approaches me when others have doubt.

The train ride stops our conversation short,

But this man has left my mind wandering once again; he has my support.

Everyone has a different story, but his is the one I’m most compelled to.

This is the type of person that will change this horrid society,

While others are nervous, he relieves my anxiety.

One day, strangers will feel entitled to become friends; pop some champagne,

All singing to themselves on the train.