Imaginary substance

My world is so surreal these days. It’s like I am be sitting in a waiting room with a lot of passers by. I’m not interacting with anyone because they are so sure about their destinations. So I’m just sitting there looking around. Not knowing when the next train is or where it is going. On my own in a room with lots of people. Anticipating. Occasionally making eye contact with a person waiting in the other end of the room. It’s not a dream. It just feels like it should be. Somewhere between dreams and reality lies this universe of delusive existence.