The Lifeless Faces

I step one foot,

Then two.

Suddenly I’m standing in the middle,

Right in the middle of the train station. 

It’s a tall and grand room, 

Yet full of seemingly small lifeless faces. 

There is so much gold coloring on the walls,

Yet so much gray reflects off the people. 

Reflecting off the lifeless faces. 

Within all the chatter,

And the early morning rush,

I barely even recognize it. 

That same gray aura,

It’s reflecting off of me too. 

When did I become,

One with the lifeless faces.