I thought I was lost
but
that was not so
I opened my eyes and
found where I was
ergo
I was not lost.

In thinking too deep
I wade into a sleep
to ripple in dreams
ever outward.

Back on the Central
this week's
been temperamental
here and there or
up in the air
but
at least I'm not lost.

The girl sat beside me wired up
to the wifi which by
the way
doesn't work between stops

and he's in..
..My God!
it's a Crombie,
must be a zombie
or a throwback.

09:20 and still plenty of
rush left to fill up the hour.

I'm not late but my eyes are closed
so I'll excuse your mistake in thinking
I am.

This is a different class of passenger
suits and shirts with ties that match
and I watch spellbound
magic on the underground.

The driver sounds Eton as he speaks over the Tannoy
plummy is what I would say.

Thursday
the rot's set in
waiting for tomorrow
and the weekend to begin.

and to go on
or to call it a day?

Always the way is the way that I go when I'm going the way that I want.

But never quite certain if the Central's  a curtain and somebody's hiding behind it.