Something about that awkward feeling
that keeps me on my toes
like rail cars shaking, everyday
back and forth on their way to work
senselessly replayed meditative states
staring out windows at the same old sites
transformed, new for each day
eye contact and advertising
seemingly the only way to avoid the latter is the former
smile and break ground with ones neighbor
but they have started pulling out tv on tiny high definition screens
with gps tracking that sends information to satellites orbiting the earth

so i often sit curiously wondering at the wonders wandering
from one peripheral across my eye and out the other
trying not to laugh at the thoughts in my head
my restraint expressing itself in the contortions on my face
every once in a while asking if anyone can hear what i say
that maybe through this monotony my internal monologue
may escape its isolation with in my cranium
well, hopefully at least at the time i am inspired
that i may channel in free flow and thought