Day Dream
Day Dream
Things I think about when I ride the train
Is embeded in my brain
About what time I will arrive
At my destination, which is beyond
My comprehension
Or what will happen during my presence
Looking down the tracks
Full of mice and rats
Thinking as though I'm in a videogame speeding down the tracks
If I were trying to catch somebody
With ears drowning in the music of my phone
I often wonder whats going on
At home
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