Gliding on metal rails
Gliding on
metal rails
Traveling 200 miles an hour
Pulling me in
I see
tiny blurred people rushing past
Glimpses of the real world
The
world outside this vacuum
And I'm stuck
I can't connect
with these tiny blurred people
Because they're real
They have
real lives
And I'm imaginary
Or I might as well
be
Relationships
Emotions
They don't exist for me
The
used to
But I don't miss them
Because I don't notice
they're gone
I've lost my humanity
