As I sit on the express train I look out the window- As the train slowly takes over the local I watch the people on the local Like a ghost I see friends laughing, Couples holding hands, Old friends exchanging familiar "hello's" I see life happening. Then I catch a glimpse of my reflection- Smiling. Life going on in that train. My reflection reminds me that I'm not on that train- I'm not in that world. I sit on mine... Alone. And I think to myself... "How ironic."