Walking through weaves of tangled bodies. A jungle of broken and unkept smiles Flailing arms and uncertain strides. Watching thick legged women fluff their skirts While men saw their shoulders in their seats. As if to carve out their place on the train There are crowds of people for my eyes to weave through and untangle. Pausing for a moment to look at myself Observing myself as I do this Watching me watch others I wonder what they're thinking I wonder what your life was like Are you like me? Through the weaves of tangled bodies Jungles of broken and unkept smiles Maybe you're different.