But Finally...

It was hard getting on the train at first.

I had to pack myself in like I was a sardine,

trying to enter the can

before its lid closed,

before it was packaged away,

and before it left me behind.

My shoulders gently nudged the people’s knees,

as I fought to find my seat

scared for my soul to get crushed

by their mean feet.

I Look,

A bright neon orange, empty, seat

I ran, but only managed to hide under

I wasn’t tall enough

So I was forced to look at what was the remains

of chewed up colorless gum and dried boogers.

Ignorant as I was,

my head bumped into the mess,

trying to jump up again and take my seat,

before I actually crawled out from under the seat.

Driven by the horrible remains that were stuck under the seat,

Finally…I was able to grow big.

From the piled experience

of finding ways to crawl out

I sent splinters of orange plastic flying around me.

Finally…I was able to take a seat

on the neon green chairs.

Finally…

I was able to…

But what do I do now?

My eyes blankly watched the blur

of the night lights zap

along the train’s dark window

For some reason the journey on the tracks

just never paused for a stop

“When will it?”

“Finally…

it will stop, when you know…”