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.