so the day is going well which is never a good sign time ticking past somnambulantly inducing a soporific state I find hard to shake with rocking carriages as I traverse to my travail through millennia of archaeology passing long extinct dinosaurs turning magically to crude oil Roman armies with Gladius drawn ready for action two thousand years on, still trying to conquer the unconquerable realm then an eco-warrior of shabby description yells my carbon footprint is an abominable ******* it’s an electric train I holler how much greener can I be fella the Romans are looking friendlier by the minute they only wanted my freedom not justification of existence the soporific state abates the modern world is against me now I’m running late
Rounding the corner Walking from the house I'm thinking of my work day Thinking what to say
Back through the woods Smiling at the horse Up through the copse Strutting through the coarse
Down the busy road Cars start to toot Home beckons soon Ending my fake commute
Inspired by the 'fake commute' story from the Guardian.co.uk where people are walking are taking a false drive in the morning as they miss their commute to work. It's interesting how we hang on to habits.
we take the same train everyday I don’t know your name nor where you come from what a joy is to see your face once more before we part ways again but the moment the train moves the rumble of my heart lead the way stead fast, the scenery of steeping in Front of emotion track after track winding and twisting with nothing to block the way the express route to desire your astonishing beauty Is my favorite stop love at first sight I wish I could've told you how I felt I wish I could've held your hands before alighting the train
destination unknown surrounded by people yet feeling alone what have I done? the world’s greatest game is when you miss the stop but you won’t feel the shame le petite mort on replay and for her bottom I was the perfect top who’s there to blame ? ￼⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀