I’m on the train,
On my phone playin,
Trying not to make eye contact,
You know what I’m saying.
No one can blame a guy,
For wishing things on here were different.
Where we didn’t have to pretend to be so distant,
And were allowed to strike up a conversation in an instant.
Instead we’re like infants,
Glued to our screens & toys,
No talking to the other girls or boys.
To think these journeys could bring more joy.
So I continue to be a passenger,
On the train and in this carriage.
Not allowed to talk to the girl in this carriage,
No wonder we need apps like Tinder for marriage.
Not that I’d say hi to her anyway,
I’d just like to act on impulse if I may,
And say something or not,
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✏ Written: Thursday, April 26th 2018
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