Train to Routine-Town

Never knowing when to get off. Missing the stop. Melodies on my ear. Don’t talk to me, I can’t hear. Not watching people, who are not watching me. My screen showing high definition, who needs reality.? Wearing a medical mask over my multiple other ones. More stackable than the bacteria that occupies my lungs. A beeping of a new sold ticket to hell. You’re one of us now, we don’t treat each other well. My bag holds my belongings, it deserves the rest it’s given. Nothing is forgiven, until we’ve all arrived. Seeing people better on the inside than looking in, gave me insight and wisdom. A groundhog day route everyday makes me question my sanity. How much time, did they have to waste to convince me, for now wasting my own.? If I pull the emergency handle, how many steps ’til I am home.? Abruptly stopping may break some bones. Trusting someone in front guiding us, makes me feel unsafe. When these doors all open, we’ll storm out as a wave. As a city-child I’m scared I’m actually going nowhere. Is this hive mind-thinking or are these thoughts I cannot share.?