Day Dream

Day Dream

Things I think about when I ride the train

Is embeded in my brain

About what time I will arrive

At my destination, which is beyond

My comprehension

Or what will happen during my presence

Looking down the tracks

Full of mice and rats

Thinking as though I'm in a videogame speeding down the tracks

If I were trying to catch somebody

With ears drowning in the music of my phone 

I often wonder whats going on

At home

This poem is about: 
Me

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