Everyone looks sad on the subway.
It seems like this is all they know.
The day to day dreariness of waiting
on a stained barely cushioned seat
waiting to get to somewhere they barely want to be.
A group of people imagined
would probably involve conversing, interaction,
happiness or even some simple acknowledgement.
As the car drives the thoughts move about as slow.
No one talks on the subway,
No romances will start or friendships will blossom.
The subway will drone like the humans it houses.