Through the veins of a noisy city,
A rickety tram snakes its way.
Save one compartment, all others are anything but silent.
So many people, so many paths,
So many dreams, so many starts,
Why does it hurt so much?
In the last compartment I sit alone,
With my eyes closed to the world outside.
The breeze tells me I am in motion,
But I gave forgotten where I need to go.
And so I curl up and sit alone,
Too tired to talk, too lonely to cry.
Suddenly, I hear the shuffling of feet.
Hello, a voice calls out to me.
It is sonorous, like Christmas mass,
With chiming bells and soft paradise.
Are you here alone?
Yes, I reply, yes I am.
Why have you closed your eyes?
Because I am afraid. I don't know what my destination is,
I don't know what sensations await me.
So you've shut off the light?
Yes, I reply sadly.
We could get off you know.
Could we?
Of course we could. Here. Take my hand.
Slowly, I take her hand.
The cold machinations which record my life in mechanical beeps,
Suddenly reel in shock, beeping in fits,
My closed eyes open and stare into the lamp above,
The masked men are shocked.
You've been out for hours they say, you were in a coma,
It is a miracle they said, shaking their heads.
Nay, I replied. It was her.