The Girl On the Train

"I am ready, well-dressed, maybe like a perfect gentleman

But who cares,i try to dress to avoid unwanted attraction

And thus, as i wait for my mode of transportation via rail

Time stops, passes, reverses and continue to normal sail

It finally arrives after a long waiting

I get on, as i prepare for a long journey

One of nothing less than one hour, so dorky

I stayed at a corner trying to be unnoticed

With my earpiece talking and conversing with me instead

While all this events are taking place simultaneously

A girl, in black is staring strangely

The glance is calling and yet sinister

I am trying to understand the message, should there be any

The glances become so intimidating that i can't focus

It was a mixture of honey and vinegar, and mucus

Though she's pretty, but not like you-know-who

We stop, not a gaze, i mean our transport mechanism though

She goes off, i finally breathe fresh air

Well where was i, oh yes, listening to music titled No Air

i reach my destination and get the job done

The outcome of the journey was half a smile, half a frown

I am going home, with music as my only comfort

Imagine when the mechanism stops at a stop

And then this girl i had seen 3hours ago comes in

And then sits right in front of me, with a half grin

Thus, this becomes the second version of a horror comedy

The stare becomes a scare, chasing me into a frenzy

This is so undisputedly the most awkward situation

It is like being free and under silent captivation

And just as she decides to talk and say a word

I wake up from my slumber and give out a big yawn"