Here, the people rest under the sound of a bustling train
Here, the people sit under the weight of many burdens on their backs
Here, the people watch time tick by too quick to catch a hold of
Here, the people yawn with gaping mouth waiting for their rime to arrive
Here, the people ponder many things I know not of
Here, the people quiet through the journey long ahead
Here, the people ride through miles of endless thought
Here, the people listen yet they don't their eyes transfixed on empty space
Here, the people are, for here they just exist
passing as a shadow
No there's nothing here to hear nothing here to see
The people are simply here
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