A new week, but the same bad dream

Stations grumble, announcements scream

Be careful of whose feathers you ruffle

For we all are a part of the railway shuffle

Step by step and inch by inch

Sticky shirt and shoes that pinch

A metre gained, no matter the cost

Youth turns old, a lifetime lost

The surging sea of despairing humanity

Feeding the hunger of the greedy city

Trains squirm and tracks weave

Bridges bend and platforms heave

My bag and me versus the rest of them

Body tensed from stern to stem

I don't care whose feathers I ruffle

Have to escape the railway shuffle