Time stands still to me,
while everyone around simply moves on.
I gaze up at the stars longing for
whatever it is I do not know.
Planets inside universes inside galaxies,
unseen still by the human eye.
I want to drift alone in the blackness,
silence so deep not a soul can fathom.
Sound does not travel in space,
no one will ever hear me cry out.
Except they do not hear me now. Here,
where everyone is too busy with everything
they do, to even for a second ponder the mind
of the person that sits next to them every day
                     on the train.
Not even for a single second.