I board the train and take my seat;
I fan my face to dispel the heat.
The world is hot and strange today,
The Winter chill has long been away.
A passenger dares meet my eyes;
And on his lips is a meager, “Hi.”
His face is worn with grief and stress;
He is, like me, a struggling mess.
This life is not what he once thought,
Where loyalty is sold and then bought.
I see a world of punishment,
For him a world of disappointment.
A path of pain and filthy lies–
All this I see in a stranger’s eyes.