Peeking outside of my tiny, tin can
I feel I'm invisible but don't know if I am
Quickly, my eyes dart from face to face
I'm scared of invaders coming into my space
I see all of you but do you see me?
You're running so quickly from point A to B
I wonder if ever you're able to stop,
And look out before as I do out my shop
Your gazes are panicked, frantic, frustrated!
What do you need from your life to be sated?
Are you ever able to slow-down, breath or smile?
A blur, you need only a minute for a mile.
I blink and you're gone, swept away by the crowd.
If I screamed, would you hear me, or is it too loud?
I hope that one day I'll be out of this box and
Away from the ticking of train station clocks.
