I look through the train window
I look at the world outside
Swirling skies of dull complication
Bleak streaks of lines in the past

I look through the train window
I look at the people outside
Wearing colours of the rainbow
But they are all grey inside
I look through the train window
I look at the reflection inside
I look at myself through the window
And what do I see?
A broken shell
Of what I used to be
I never laugh, I only cry
My tears roll down as I remember your lies

I look through the train window, I look at the poetry outside
Dismaying thoughts floating like driftwood
Now I'm awoken at last
When I looked through the train window
It looked through me