EDSA, by Train II

Utter stillness.
Unbearably light.
Jagged pieces of Pasayscape flew by.

And I paused to wonder
if time in trains is frozen
as life outside moves on… …

to destroy itself with mortal thoughts;
like silver daggers of slanted rain.

Kissing, missing,
but succeeding
in destroying,
the view from where I sit.

So I blinked to change the subject.

The edge of ADB,
“fighting poverty”,
turned opaque in my eyes.

So I persevered to think
of nice things,
good things,
of coffeeshops and moonbeams
As I rode the night.

Yesterday, I asked.

Are trains for thinking?