( 20 minute poetry )

Unusually quiet,
almost but not quite empty.
the central line suits me
being centrally situated.

It's a trek all the same
I break my neck just to stay in the game
even though I know that the dice are loaded.

Thought explodes in me and echo right through me, did I say that the central line suits me?
I probably did.

Could I go out on a limb?
well, once, but now I'm fatter and slims just a memory that tries to get out of me but is more often than not trapped in.

At three I'll be free
or
as free as one can be,

the central line suits me
have I already said that?