A life, fuzzy, full of strife <br />With string that tangles <br />And noises jangle <br />In the subway moving fast <br />Tunnel vision blinkered <br />Does not travel very far <br />Clickety clack, clickety clack <br />Chugging along my dusty track <br />Routine rising with alarm <br />Constantly I’m seeking calm <br />Briefly pausing in a station <br />Until a whistle of frustration <br />Of we go into the dark <br />Rocking back and forth <br />Dreaming of another course <br />Averting thoughts from my remorse <br />Until careering round the bend <br />The tunnelled life comes to an end <br />Bursting forth into the light <br />Green fields to my left and right <br />Sunlight replacing dim lit bulbs <br />Warm and healing life unfolds <br />Now observing all I see <br />Watching as life passes me <br />Until arriving; end of track <br />Where you wait <br />And I come back.<br /><br />David Taylor<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/why-i-like-train-rides/
