Sometimes I like to notice the people
Who sit across the train tracks from me
On the platform just a leap away
We are so close, yet we feel worlds apart
We wait together for a place to go
And we sit silently, alone and content
We are in no hurry and we need not rush.
Their train pulls up and they filter on
And I stay on my seat, still waiting
They speed away to a new destination
While I still sit in the same place.
For a brief moment I am jealous
Until my own train arrives.