Do you ever the look at the bullet train

And wonder if that's how your heart race

Against the aching blood rush on your face

Or do you settle down like the stone in my

pocket in that pouring rain

Or are you really the epitome of what you

say you are and go home to defy the mercy

That wraps you in a coloured paper and tainted art

And open up once you don't like the colours in your name and abandon the labels some hour.    

It will always be that way , unfolding at the wretched place.