train

train.
going backwards.
images blurring on the sides.
stone faced people sit.
trash left by those before.
leaving their mark.
showing that they were there.
i stand.
facing the passengers.
not looking into the future.
somber silence.
music fills my ears.
what if life was a musical?
what would mine represent?
train.
taking me to destinations unknown.
will this stop hold my future?

© November 2006
on train in Chicago