It makes me wonder.
The clank of the change and subterranean pipes that flow through cities.
Shots through the ground scream down cement tubes to stop reset and flow in the opposite direction.
Clockwork setup in the gloom of fluorescent lights.
Police, business men, homeless, mental illness.
All bustling twenty feet under the ground.
While the world above waits in traffic.
Waiting, waiting, delays broken only by hurried urgency.
The narrow sprint ending in an abrupt search for a seat furthest from people.
Waiting on cold cement seats Only to end by waiting in motion.
The screech of the third rail sends us speeding in the same direction it has always taken us.
Such insanity as the world passes as pictures in glass frames.
