how many pairs of eyes do we catch
observing us during the ride?
it's scary to me how many people
find me a curious living
how many pairs of eyes do we catch
watching us during the journey?
I turn but everyone looks away,
like if life was constantly looking away from us
I wonder about this
curiosity
this little cheeky
stalking
on the lonely trains
I wonder what goes around in their heads
are they thinking about me?
are they thinking about me as I am
thinking about them?
it's not senseless,
it's just that
I find so many eyes around
but I swear none of them
seems to finally look
just for the sake of
wasting time
staring until the ride is over