Sitting on a train waiting,
Looking at all the beautiful people
Surrounding me with their naivety
Ignorantly bypassing the sunset
The way the trees frame the clouds
The last glimmer of light fading
Landing at a girls face
Wrapped in her blanket crying
Pretending not to notice the stares
Trying to believe somebody cares
Head in her hands listening to music
Imagining worlds in which she exists
As more than just another ******* a train, trying to find her way home.