It is a strange thing to see the board, as your train pulls into the station, lit up with the same place you departed not 50 minutes ago. A train to return to its origin, my home, a name glowing white like some false beacon echoing from the future. My destination, my transportation, in a mere 9 hours time. A taunt, a challenge, the futility of another day. Why not stay? Why not win early? Why not head home while the sun is still in the sky? (Somewhere, behind that grey winter haze). The afternoon rush beaten. Not to stand but seat-ed. No post work madness, gladness, dullness, soreness. To enjoy the passing scenery. To play with my dogs that will be there to greet me, if they were not asleep. Dreaming of a walk tomorrow. Before I go to work tomorrow. Before I catch a train tomorrow. And do it all again.
These wheels are up to something.
Trains are better than buses
Buses aren’t better than trains
If you still think buses are better
Try waiting when it rains.
You don’t get stuck in traffic
When you’re on a train, it’s true
Unless you’re at a level crossing
Then the traffic gets stuck on you.
So they’re replacing level crossings
So its safer for cars and trains
Which is why I’m catching buses
And complaining when it rains.