Sometimes

Sometimes I feel like I am living a fake life. This is my co-workers real life, the train guard's too. I'm just here temporarily to make things interesting. For them, not me. For I am in transit, moving along, entering someone else's world for a few days, months, even years, and then leaving again. Eventually I will stop and make my own life, and other people will move through that instead, coming, staying, leaving, but I am not sure when that one will begin. This one is so much more interesting.