The carriage reeks of misery 

as the grey people look out their windows,

the world flashing before their eyes.

We move so quickly that we don’t get to see much,

but if I spin around fast enough 

then everything is very clear.

Now I am able to gaze inwardly. 

Twirling up and down the aisle, 

I look outside 

and nothing is bleak. 

To steal a smile and a train ride seems like too much.