I got my ticket
I am on my way
In the train to nowhere.
Got in the economy class
The one-seater assigned to one
Behind is the local birth
With the seats assigned to push and pull.
Crumbled up, I adjusted my bag in the compartment overhead
Into neat squares all other bags were fit in
But mine was too stuffed
Too empty it was maybe
For it wouldn’t fit
the square shape above
I pushed it in,
But the waves, the rough edges
Didn’t settle with the right angles
The tall lady beside me rose
A slam on the door,
the bag was in the pod
The look on her face was a teacher’s rod
I sat down to enjoy the ride
To enjoy the ride?
To where?
It was the train to nowhere.
The stations were unknown
In came a new passenger
Out was an old one thrown
The local birth was overflowing
Now it was our turn
Gangs would come for my seat too
With perfect square bags
And their earned tickets to somewhere
But I will not move
Even if I don’t know where I am going
I know I’m on the move
I will not be left behind
You know what happens to those!
Left on tracks
or pushed to the local birth.
I cannot go there,
So I stick to my seat
When someone asks about my destination
I make up stories.
I made up stories until I couldn’t
Every station I said was mine
I wasn’t allowed to get off
I wasn’t ready to go there yet
I wasn’t enough
Now, I am out of stories
My eyes don’t look for stations anymore
Milestones like miles have passed away
I just hope to keep this seat
Until it’s my turn to be thrown away.