Now is the time to shut your eyes,
For nothing left, to you, seems sane,
In this world that you despise.

You plop into a deserted compartment, shy,
As you avoid all people in the 6:30 train.
You should look away and shut your eyes.

But you see a woman and her soldier embrace and cry,
As you hover over the window, craned.
They aren’t, but you’re hidden from the world you despise.

You watch others say their final goodbyes.
And although trying to sleep might be in vain,
You say, “Now is the time to shut my eyes”.

But the woman’s face won’t leave your brain.
The sadness written on it reflects your pain.
It strangely discomforting to know you aren’t alone in this world you despise.

The train begins to fall and rise.
The sorrowful whistle sounds its refrain.
Now is the time to shut your eyes,
For there is reason for you, this world, to despise.