Innocent bystander

What we see, should it always be beautiful?

Do we see it? Or do we feel it?

Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, they say.

Me, I'm only an innocent bystander,

standing on the railway station,

waiting for a train, but the train never comes,

running down the tracks, but the tracks never end.

Yet I find beauty in the mosts surprising things,

but not when I feel alone,

not when I feel alone.