Black ink trickling down the white paper.
The man feels naked, he can't avoid the stare
Still, he is human.
Day after day, ride after ride, the background
Intrudes on his vital space.
Inscriptions and filth tarnish the immaculate
White, soaking up his individuality, until
The greying sheet yields to the sprawling invasion of
The human seems defeated, unnoticeable
In the neverending darkness.
But if you look closely enough, you might discover
Where the lights hide, for
From time to time, you will come upon
The glint of an eye.