Walking, King of Walls

I wish that I could listen to music
But I left my headphones at home
Strangers talk; walking white noise
Their thoughts squeeze against my own and implode

Steps drip-drop onto pavement
Rain rings around the crowd
I try to split my route from the walkway
But the tar keeps pulling me in

No one's holding my hand
I'm clinging to the air
Gravel-gazing bobbleheads lurk everywhere

I bound; I'm bound

Make the train and ride for the weekend
Feel the window rattle through my head
Sculpt futures just to inhale the fumes
Of a fire that's never there

I think I'll take the day off for a while
Let it seethe right behind the clouds
Until I rip off my headphones and listen
To the wind blowing through my ears

No one's holding my hand
I'm clinging to the chair
Glass-gazing bobbleheads lurk everywhere

All the blinkers on all the cars blink in perfect time
As the sinking sun dyes the walls of the train in the colour of daydreams
With eyes wide open, I dream
With sleep, I prolong the dream out into a wide, open space
A space where nothing, no thing can hinder me
Yet, I am hindered