who knows?

every day I awake
and hit the streets.
blocks span out as far as the eye can see
and even further into the horizon
until I head under ground for the train
zipping my pass through
one of the blurried eyed,
not the sprightly,
I dance through the turnstiles with my commuting brethren
tunnel ratting to work
only to comeback again
other destinations sprinkled here and there
always on the same car
always waiting in the same spot
the same people
it makes sense for our transfer after all
day in and day out
Monday to Friday
and sometimes week ends
this is what I do
we all do
sixth car from the end of the train
headin’ west
hoping for a door to be clear
knowing it won’t open until my stop
up the stairs
get in the front car
of the north bound train
maybe get a seat
always reading
watching
the same people
reading
sleeping
eating
breathing
I wonder what they are dreaming of?
new car?
new house?
to pass their test?
love?
a good night’s sleep?
the other day I got of off the train
and while walking up the stairs I saw an old friend
after I caught up
we caught up
he was at the other door
on the same car
hadn’t seen in him years
made me wonder who else was in the car
shit,
who was in the next car?
who is on the next block
just ahead or behind
every step I take
maybe I’ll bump into them some day