I’m usually too tired to do anything but pass out when I get on the train after work, but the other day I found myself jotting down this little diddy:
Riding backwards on the train.
Standing idle in the rain.
A whisper softly in my ear
tells me everything I need to hear.
Clear my mind of all the rage,
to keep me out of a self-imposed
Now I am ready to start my day
Sitting in a cubicle to earn my pay.