On Staying on The Train

More and more passengers walked to the open door
It was still halfway through the involuntary trip
Do not blame them
Their landscapes had only fire and smoke

I pretend to not notice the door
I try to forget that my seat is already close to the door
I need to believe that what I see is green
And that I'm breathing air, not smoke

Do not blame me for getting suffocated
Do not, please!