The cold makes skeletons of us all.

Frisk me briskly and warm me up or
make me a cup of hot chocolate.

There's no monkeying around on the underground,
today's not a day to be swinging from trees,
who know what might freeze and drop off.

And the roar that is me is trapped deep in the core that is me,
too cold to set it free.

Spring must be rusty.

Tomorrow being Friday means
today's a day to
try as I may I can't find the motivation.

The end could be nigh but it's not nigh enough
lots more stuff in the rough and tumble,
and yes,
my mind's always a jumble at this time of day.

The weekend looks do-able
in fact quite enjoyable
I'm looking forward
to that.

Moving on
unlike this tube which has stopped in the tunnel just before Canada Water,

a slight delay while we adjust expectations?
a change in the order of stations might help,
status unwinding, but isn't that what we find in a Thursday?