Batteries not included
All aboard!
Packaged tightly like sardines, train tracks collide
whilst we
remain still.
Behind the window, melting steel churns from the furnace of industrial machinery,
burns.
This
scenery is repetitive
yet somewhat foreign to me.
It seems I have misplaced my adolescent memories.
Last stop!
As we enter a tunnel it’s almost as though time stops
freezes.
Can you feel the breeze and is it good to you?
Cause I can’t.
Too numb to react, faces
seem masked as
though they smile my mind tells me different.
It’s apparent.
This is not my city.
Lone ranger, ethnic stranger, seeking asylum in the little things.
A
nostalgic photograph
ensemble of familiar lyrics?
But I
have misplaced the memories.
Like the train which transports me through this insanity and the
hundreds of people who unknowingly join me
day
after day
after day,
my memories remain temporary-
fickle, borrowed.
Little time for acknowledgement or greetings
the nod of a head
a common “hello”.
No
manufactured movements.
Simply sifted.
Like items on a conveyor belt, we leave
fast
paced
footprints.
Sharing more likeness with this train than we may ever know.
A fugitive in a battery operated world
clinging to the manual.
Everything
is here today
gone tomorrow.
