I have caught three trains

And one bus to this destination;

Twenty-four hours and a succession

Of transits; motion in perpetuity.

 

It started in the blackest of tunnels,

Down three storeys in soiled midnight,

The air was stale and choking,

It clung to me for safety.

 

The second train cleared countryside,

Swept through fields long tilled,

Hedges laser precision straight,

Bent to the will of Man.

 

Then order succumbed to wildness,

Craggy cliffs, storms and beaten sea,

The rain assaulted the windows,

My bones steeped in its icy grip.

 

The double decker took its time,

As drunks swayed inside and out,

A cacophony of singing

And dancing; it was a joyful noise.

 

I have caught three trains

And one bus to this destination;

Twenty-four hours and a moment of relief

Before my inconstant heart moves once more.

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