Subways Poem by Green Leaf

Mechanical serpent, obedient servant,
Never too late and never too early,
Precisely on time and always in line.

You open your stomach and welcome the guests.
Some hop on and wait for the ride,
Some just reached the line,
And hop off in time.

With heightened velocity,
They search for escape routes,
These hoppers in life routes.

Retreated aside, outside from time’s reaches,
There’s a drummer that beats, the rithm of life.
It is if though he dictates the pace of the movement,
Encourages it, accelerates it,
While sometimes might lower it,
As would a companion, that knows the surroundings,
And guides the way out,
In safety and time.