I love the anonymity
of trains.
Hudreds of people travelling
in the same metal tube.
All trying to reach their destination
Going about their lives
In the busy hustle of the 9-5.
No one caring who is around them
Some dreaming away the journey
Others meeting deadlines,
Or lost in a world of music.
I just like to sit and oserve the herd.
I spot the broken people,
The happy couples,
The business types,
The nuclear families.
I wonder do I register on any radar.
I love the opportunity
That comes with
Anonymity.