It’s a cold morning
My eyes barely open
Body lacks coordination
She’s in the process of waking up

But the train jerked!
Rudely waking up the sleepy girl
Frowning, she looks at the time
Unearthly. Unearthly.

What’s the rush?
These people, they look at me
And I leave a sweeping impression
Maybe tomorrow I’d see them again

Perhaps we could talk someday
Maybe not.

At the road junction,
Everybody comes alive
They run recklessly
Not for the big sale
Not for that free commodity
What then?

They run,
They wave,
They signal,
They give chase
Just to be in that tin…

That girl…
Gave a sleepy smile
Closed her eyes and recounted their uncanny behavior

Eldritch? Yea. It is.
She has been in that tin too often.
Just not today.
Just not today.

Just not today.