The Light at The End of The Tunnel

Ears sponge like
Vibrations absorbed
The faded image of myself stares right back at me
Through the glass, I see black.

The carriage window reflects the artificial lights
In turn reflecting my artificial company
They themselves are immersed in fake friends
Phones glare back at them.

As the tunnel exit approaches
Ears breath a sigh of relief
Eyes squint dramatically
I meet the countryside with disbelief

Its rolling hills and its crafted peaks
Skies grey, yet never could this place be bleak
I feel free, but they don't look
Staring down at their laps, Facebook.

One hundred miles an hour we go
If anyone waved, he would never know
But that does not stop him
He waved so joyously, and with a grin

He was on a walk as the train hurtled by
As we parted company I breathed a sigh
No one on this train would even look at me
Yet he smiles out there for all to see

Do not stare back down that funnel
Look up to the light, at the end of the tunnel