Hear the People

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