hands in pockets
on another grey day. 10 minutes until next arrival.
wait as long as needed, and board the next train.
such small vehicles fly by, creep by, look out both windows;
people in jams. a horn blares.
my best friend told me we're so close to death every second of our life...
pass into the underground, and my reflection stares back at me;
i cannot help but look at my fellow passengers
who entered this random journey with me,
as we plunge deeper under rivers and offices alike.
a thirtysomething rises,
head still on the newspaper's recollection of events past,
tie drifting to the side, he exits and takes the path
that he most likely travels every day.
please stand clear of the doors.
again, we are carried away
by music and wheel alike,
and i think i see someone whom i would like to meet
but i decide against it.
next stop metro center, says our friendly operator sharon.
and i'm snapped back to reality
i know that i have no place to go
so with my aquaintan