they.

i have hate for the trains. fear of someone to fall in the rails.
only angry that i can call them "they".
i have gotten out of this, a book shelf, learning stoplights and traffic.
the drivers never got to looking at me in the eye when i cross the street.
none the less
unless i get to ride next to them, a passenger
and we chat about

what do you think

we reach
the end of the road i depart saying
"that's life"

"who cares?" at least i know we're talking to be walking;
i have hate for the unknowing
i might be right