A word was never spoke but it was felt within his heart
That he had to leave with his life restarted.
He took the train down the  rails of the unknown
And went with the directions that were shown.

He sat on the far left towards the back
and he watched the trees as the wind attacked
making the leaves fall to the ground
making them spin round and round.

One leaf hit the window obscuring his view
but he didn't mind for there was nothing to do.
He thought he heard a whisper and he looked every which way
but no one spoke a word for there was nothing to say.

He heard it again and thought he was mad
he tried to ignore but he's a curious lad.
"Who speaks?" he questioned "Who speaks just now"
but he was greeted with silence to him a foul.

He grew angry by the second with curses in his head
he heard the whisper but he denied it attention, ignored it instead.
The whisper grew in some degrees in decibels
and he shook his head again and again.

"Shut it, quiet! Leave me be!"
But the whisper kept continuing.
"Why?" was all he could muster before he stood on his seat
before he became a lunatic who shook his feet.

They escorted him off and onto the streets
Letting him be as he started to weep.
The man on the train  can never be seen
well that how it goes in my head I mean.