Sleep Training

On this desolate platform
A man rests on a bench
Asleep from the day's malaise
He is unaware of the breeze in the tunnel
That warns that the train is approaching
I stand here waiting alone
The train's lights get closer and closer
As the breeze gets stronger and stronger
It was an oddly chilly night
Especially for the first day of summer
My jacket blew in the trains fabricated wind
The lights reveal a train's arrival
Distorting the conductor as I shield my eyes
I board the empty car
Guided by the ghost conductor
And stand until I reach my stop
I walk the vacant streets home to rest
My bed's debility keeps my mind full
Wondering what is more comfortable
My bed or that man's bench