I can almost feel it
Such tranquility
The warmth of the lights from street lamps
Shine down on me like a tractor beam
Radiating through me
Like its sole purpose is to aid in my inner peace

My heart begins to race
As I pace to catch my bus
Smile on my face as I need not wait
For the next one

Street beggars, political and criminal offenders headline newspapers
Refusing to waste time
My eyes find comfort in mother nature
But for now I'm planted firmly in my comfy isle seat on the train
Destination Shepards Bush
Fake news de ja vu 2020 vision
But I see no bush in sight

I stay focused yet intrigued
Stuck but I refuse to run
Plagued by unfamiliar faces in a delightful way
A mother and her young
Admiring the magnetic energy between couples as they touch tongues
Like two pieces of the same puzzle

The hustle returns as I step off the train
An anomaly in the rat race
Stress levels adjust accordingly
Humans barging through my personal space
Forcing me ... to keep my cool.