I woke up feeling that today was no different to the day that came before, and most likely no different to the day yet to come.
However, I decide that today I am going to attempt to leave an impact.

It seems like a tall order, just an individual, in a city filled with many other people all doing the same thing.
All living their lives as has been prescribed to them by the mind control of the media.

It is this realisation about society that makes me wish to leave my mark, stand out from the monotony.
Whilst these thoughts run around my mind, I get changed, my outfit today no different really to any other day.

Before I go out the door, I make sure to bring what will help me make my mark on society.
It isn't much, but it will leave a lasting impression on all who witness it.

Waiting at the train station, I notice trains arrive and depart; picking up and dropping off passengers.
Whilst every person I see boarding and departing is an individual, they all look the same.
They are all in 'executive' clothing such as shirts and ties, for their office jobs.
They are mindless drones for the larger corporate entity which rules our fate.

This further fuels my desire to leave my mark, to do something which will last longer than any quarterly report.

I hear the squeal from the tracks and I can tell that my train is not far off, it will be here any second.
It is with this that I prepare myself, I psyche myself up knowing that this is it.

The train arrives, it's mostly clean with only a few paint stains on the exterior; though you'd hardly notice.
I board the train, prepared for what I am about to do.

The doors close and the train takes off, albeit with an awful shuddering.
There are perhaps 10 other people on my carriage.

I ride the train, going from station to station, watching people get on and off my carriage.
The train is getting closer to my destination with each stop.

Time passes, as do thoughts in my head. I realise I must act now.

I take out the implement which will aid in carrying out my act.
It feels right in the palm of my hand, everything feels right for once.

I unscrew the cap, exposing the dried nib.
I squeeze the body to make the ink flow into the nib, allowing me to leave my mark.

It's too late to retreat now, I have to carry out the action.

I take a look around. There is no one else on my carriage.

I take a deep breath, the time has finally arrived.

I take the nib to the wall, making various strokes.
The ink flows effortless from the nib, over the plastic surface inside the train.

I've left a mark, one mark, one word. The word that signifies me.
This individual mark is not enough, I must do more.

With the adrenaline running through my system, I quickly mark the rest of the carriage.
My mark is all over the inside of the carriage, it can not be ignored.

I notice that I have almost arrived at my destination.
It is upon realising this that I hastily screw the cap back on, and put it back in my pocket.

The train is pulling up, I can see the people waiting on the platform, to continue a segment of their everyday cycle.
I feel more alive than anything else can make me feel, at this moment.

Once the train comes to a halt, the door release tone sounds, and I calmly open the door.
I walk out the door, having succesfully left my mark.

I think to myself, 'I will be noticed'.
Then as the train takes off, I realise this mark, is merely a mask. A charade.

Like the business people boarding the train, we too are just part of a bigger life scheme.
We can only hope that the little actions we make can make a difference.