Tunnels

 

As we sit amongst these walls

Tales of journeys and friendships

As well as life’s endures-

Scatter around me and roll past my senses

But I can also see all the fences

The layers of glass that surrounds our souls

Disallowing us from stepping past their walls

Walls created by yourself and me

But no matter how much we preach to be free

We forget our rules whilst we sit and wait-

We forget the wait is part of our fate

Part of our ultimate journey

That we should fill with presence and contribution

Treat it like anything except purgatory.

 

So as I sit amongst these moving walls

Sitting upright flying fast forwards-

I remember the days when we would once stroll-

Stip stepping forward to a patterned rhythm

Mastered by us all at infancy

That was the bass of our journey to stop B-

And it never demanded a transport fee

The fee was a breath and a stride

The very two things that remind us we’re alive

And each step we took was a joyous one

Another moment moving under or towards the sun

Our bodies would sing ‘thank you for using me

For this is how I am truly meant to be’.

 

Not confined behind a moving glass box-

Which takes your soul and away it locks

Your smile from the world

Where the only thing you can see are the slow tick tocks

Of all the moving man made clocks between the stops-

As you wait in purgatory

Never knowing when you will be free.

 

That’s what the tube did to me.