All of This

On the train a cliche asked me if hills roll. Looking out of the window, listening to Fiona Apple feeling as though I'm in a movie, movie? ... film,
Crates are piled high by building block houses - no life, to me anyway.
Leaves go past quick and blur into one big moving tree.
A mans bacon sandwich smells like death and my stomach rolls like the hills - The cliche laughs and goes away...