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