The hungry stares of the judegemental
Hunt your very soul, lurking freely in open corners
Waiting for just that moment to pounce
To tear open your very essence of being
And dissect it right on the subway train

We’re segregated between the sitting, the standing…
The waiting
We’re all waiting
What for may differentiate
But in the end, its all the same

A flicker of the lights, we’re gone
And then we’re back, confused faces
Anger, frustration
There is no laughter
No smiles
Just shadowed faces, disturbed minds

Grasping for that one truth
Desperate to leave
And never, ever free