The anonymous people in the train
I wonder about their journeys
Their lives, their troubles
But all I can see is rush
Are these anonymous people in the train happy?
Are they sad?
Are they even alive?
The only thing I can see is rush
What are their names?
What are their pets’ names?
Do they have someone waiting for them when they arrive home?
Do they ever feel at home?
All I can see is rush
I still wonder day after day
Which stories are these anonymous people carrying in their computers, tablets, phones, and headphones…?
What music do they listen to?
Everyday I see a bunch of anonymous people rushing somewhere
And I rush along
*Painting by Mark Rothko (Subway 1937)