It's fascinating seeing the same worn out faces
on the train
Day after day
Like a routine
Always the same sad look
same baggy eyes
burnt out from too much coffee
It's always the same dull smirk
on the few that are happy
Like a routine
The days don't change
I bet some of these people
Will die on this train
And before I know it
I'm out the doors
And off on the same routine
With tired eyes
And a worn out smile.