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Here’s a little insight into mine…

Tube Traveller (1)

All hot and sweaty,

Packed like sardines,

The time against you is heavy

As you race to the citidines

Herded into our mobile barns

We push shove and squeeze,

Our bags rub against the finest yarns

Then we shower it with an eruptive sneeze!

Not far now you say

The next stops are Bank and Moorgate

You hold on tight as tube sways

Knowing that you might now be late

It comes to a grinding halt,

You crash into the finely adorned lady

Raising your hands 'its not my fault';

It still comes across as a little bit shady

She exits, more bodies come aboard

It’s an endless of sea of creatures

In Paris it’s no better at Gare du Nord

Too many ways out are one of its redeeming features

Not to worry we continue to move

Bodies shift, sway this way and that

There's never any time to lose

You remain standing just because the carriage is packed

You notice heads down in books

You may catch a wandering eye

You notice the odd indifferent looks

You notice the ones that avoid a smile

In their own little world,

You imagine what they might think,

You wonder how their day will unfurl

What's their connection to our existence-their link?

The forecast for your arrival is nigh

Maybe a little faith will hold true,

The possibility of being late is high

Maybe a little prayer will have to do?

So the journey continues without a mind

But city still needs to be fed,

It will only reveal what you want to find

As you work while everyone is in bed…