an idealist execution

My most loyal cynic.
That is to say I am the most loyal.
The most loyal of cynics I know?
In time. . .
trains are plotting.
Schedules are running on crunch.
The pride I have has scared many of me.
Bulls have feared my ear to the ground,
until I sense a willing desire to charge me.
That is when the bull runs.
It is not charging.
It is running without a cause.
Striaght through me.
Without knowing I even exist!
But I always outsmarted:
the bulls knowledge;
of knowing I'm not even there.