In the train,
I'm lying
to music i'm listening.
When the door does open
and passes someone,
again and again
aaargh this chagrin;
What's the big deal ?
you may appeal,
let me give you the stats
people passing like rats
At an average one and a half men opening
every minute this door and closing.
God alone knows to where they head,
because everytime i see a new head.
Maybe the door leads to another dimension
or it's just my delusion .
They dissapear,
well some do reappear
all of 'em have an agenda i think
to not let me have even a blink,
maybe my luxury the vie
in this ac coach where i try;
to get some sleep
just like everyone else, like a sheep.
Sick of this activity
i get up and open a few doors in additivity.
