Private Transport Poem by Mathew Lewis

Once again...
Stuck in Absurdity.
Great!
Where’s the end of the line?
OH RIGHT...
This is a round ticket trip;
You’re only ever let off
When you finally learn to hide.
Seats aren’t too bad,
And...yes...look...
Now that the sun’s coming up
I can see what’s passing me by.

Let’s have a look then shall we? ...
Well wouldn’t you know;
If I concentrate I can just make out reason...

WHOA! ! ! !

That gave me a fright;
I wasn’t expecting logic to pass on by.

Did I tell you that not so long ago
I had company during my ride?
She introduced herself as whim,
But got off at a place called pride...
Well naturally I was interested;
She had this magical way about her,
And a smile that could make you die.
But the place that she was getting off...
PRIDE...well...
I promised myself I’d never go there again
After I lost a poker game there one night.

So on I went along the tracks
In carriage number 33.
(That’s my lucky number by the way)
((I cannot tell you why))
After whim left I remained alone,
No one joined my ride.
So I sat beside a window
Thinking of that poker night in pride.

We seemed to make a thousand stops,
And a thousand times I prayed;
Just another soul, PLEASE, just to look at,
Would have been better anyway.
After a while I grew tired
Of the same old country towns;
Grew tired of their old world names.
Of the memories I thought I’d drowned...

...I woke up a long while later.
When the train came to a stop,
The doors were finally open,
And I could leave my constant-ever-moving spot.

I disembarked and found myself
In a vast deserted place.
The sign board up above me read:
‘WELCOME TO LIFE’
And I thought:
‘ironic isn’t it;
this game? ’