Unconscious Poem by bryan wallace

Looking out the window but not really seeing,
Sitting in a trance-like state lost in thought.
The rhythm of the rails has a hypnotic effect,
The scenery rushes past and is gone in a flash -
My memory and recollection of what I have seen
Goes just as fast as the passing hedges and ditches.

The pretty young woman sitting opposite me
Appears to smile so I smile back – but -
The eyes are glazed over – she's looking
In my direction but doesn't even see me!
She's just the same as me – lost in her world.
The smile suggests she is at least thinking
Happy thoughts – sadly just not about me!
I can hear the man in the seat behind
Aimlessly turning his newspaper pages -
Giving the impression of reading -
But I don't believe it!

Sitting in a railway carriage full of people
Yet each of us oblivious of each other -
All lost in a conscious unconscious state,
Each of us lost in our own train of thought.
Disregarding all others but ourselves
Does this suggest -
That we are only interested in ourselves?