A Train Station

Walking out into the muddled masses,
All of which are confused, lost
And panicking secretly inside themselves.
For this place is the pinnacle of decision making.
One confused slip, and you fall
Harder than you realise at first
And once you've started you cannot stop,
A confusing entrance to the train station.

Coming through the automatic doors,
And having to cut through the noxious gas
Billowing from the mouths of the mindless zombies
Who think of nothing else.
They can live in their gas, but I can't,
I'll try not to die as I brush past
The slowly decaying people standing around me,
A horrible entrance to the train station.

Passing by and suddenly noticing
The enticing aroma of Subway sandwiches.
My nose welcomes the smell,
And I am drawn towards it,
Until I am bathing in the succulent vapour
Extracted from the small building.
From across the road come angelic scents,
A comforting entrance to the train station.

Getting to the waiting room,
And just waiting for the train to arrive.
Sitting down and allowing time to simply flow
Past my head, all the while
Watching the people pass by to board their trains,
And knowing that I still have to wait
Until my train at last does come,
A boring entrance to the train station.