The Door

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.