Within all my lackluster ability
so consume a crowd of onlookers,
I partake into the unknown field of dreams.
What do we know about dreams?
It has only lead me to thousand mile loneliness.
On the train tracks I had to decide
to live or to die.
I chose to live.
I hopped on to that train
and it was a mistake.
I am surrounded by others,
all of them strangers.
Potential friends? Maybe.
But I would not want to bother them.
In a sheer act of lunacy,
I pull the emergency break
causing the train to become frantic
and at last derail.
A social act of murder and therein lies
I am not to be missed.