I lean on the cold plastic wall
Through the windows I see neon.
Lights flickering through the drizzling,
rain drops.

I see it with indifferent eyes,
It looks pretty sometimes,
other times it's just facts made of protons.

I see so many people, so many faces
non I know.
Non know me.
In a world with 17 billion people,
I stand here inside this plastic box,
It feels strangely alone.
I don’t dislike it though.