"Moving"

I sit, I watch, the looks on their faces,
Some tired, some tried, some been through phases.

A story deep, or simple even, a lesson learned for some,
Perhaps true, perhaps not, perhaps a facade put on for fun.

I shuffle in my seat, I stare, as another eye meets mine,
Deciphering me and my life, who knows, there is never a sign.

A rainbow of feelings, simple smiles, fuchsia to amber rose
They come, they go, our meet is short as prose.

I learn, I experience, something and yet nothing everyday,
A place of silence, people talk, yet no one has their say.

I hear my cue, I leave, the wheels halt a while,
The closest I come to know them, is know they too travel with time.