I’m stopping because I’m hungry
and I’m not sure I want to keep trying this
I’ve been talking to my mirrors and when I stop at train crossings they talk to me too
They all talk to me, though sometimes they say the same things
Trains say unrelenting journey, relief in hardship
fruit say dull things, despite their bright appearance
glass says things I could never imagine
I’m not sure what you say though, you’re hard to tell
I could make things up for you to say
but they would be my words
and that is unsatisfying