I just sit here riding this train,
Its abyss here finding his brain,
He being any 'I' that know the pain,
Stop after stop whether sun, hail, sleet or rain,
Different weathers are not the elements that matter here,
This is about the mechanical elements that underlie us in sphere,
They carry us,
Prince Harry does??
Hmm..
Bakerloo, Metropolitan, Jubilee, Northern,
I wonder if the creators or carriers of these names were Mormon,
Regardless - these names hold weight to me,
Where do you get off?
Ahhh!! The same. Its fate you see!
Strangers that see each other every day,
Taking the same journey but never say Hey!
Internally asking "Where were you yesterday?"
She must've been sick..
Missed my race to that seat, to see whose feet prove quick,
Minor victory in this underground world,
The place with odours to make nose follicles curl,
This train! I still ride it though,
Even possessing a car won't stunt our flow,
In the 'Big Smoke' It makes more sense,
Hence why it progressively pinches our last pence,
The quickest route is to be on the rails,
While the thickest fools feed on tube tales,
You have to live it to know it,
Feel it to sow it,
Feed it to grow it,
A multitude of meanings to gain,
When I ride, I ride this train.
