Earphones

The train rushes by
People pushing through
Racing to their platforms.
Everyone in black and grey
It looks like a blur of night.

I stand there
Watching the people
Their world so different to mine.
The white cord dangles from my ears
1,2,3,4,1,2,3,4,1,2,3,4
The drum goes on and on
I can’t really hear the words.

They say earphones block out the world,
I say they are the soundtrack to your life.