As the train stops
Entering, the peoples view
A man talks to his hand
Where has my people gone?
Crammed to the walls
Like corn in a tin
Blurred faces ilegibly pass me by
my neighbour a stranger
Who am I to be just one
In the endless sea of the mass
transit system, caught in passing
an unidentifiable name amongst it all.
We traverse the lonely distance
to be as glue to hold the world
Though the cost is the self
The children will applaud the cosmos.