Fiction in Reality

On the train on my way back home, 

I look up and find a businessman on his way home.

Looking exhausted, he takes out his earphone and figdets with his phone. 

How tiring must it be for him 

To live a life of a repetitive circle. 

I find myself unconsciously transforming into him 

Glasses.

Thick eyebrows.

Wheat-coloured socks. 

I am a step before loosing myself.

I find myself back in reality, 

Reality I am once again ready to let go of.