let’s be wild and crazy
in a plain white room
with a post-modern unknown painting
not exactly catching our eye
we know it means emptiness but we choose to reject

let’s talk to strangers
for the sole purpose of changing our minds
time and time again
we grew up thinking everyone was perfect
and now we know it’s true
and beautiful to be unclean

let’s wait for the last train
to leave the station and talk about
the people on board; was the girl,
fresh out of college and making all the 20-something
mistakes, seduced into working late? what drew her
to the gray streets of nowhere? are the people on board
just ghosts? we stand on the tracks but know
there’s not another train coming
and we feel cheap for pretending
we’re going to die
but aren’t we?