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.