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 |
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