Why I Like Train Rides Poem by David Taylor

A life, fuzzy, full of strife
With string that tangles
And noises jangle
In the subway moving fast
Tunnel vision blinkered
Does not travel very far
Clickety clack, clickety clack
Chugging along my dusty track
Routine rising with alarm
Constantly I’m seeking calm
Briefly pausing in a station
Until a whistle of frustration
Of we go into the dark
Rocking back and forth
Dreaming of another course
Averting thoughts from my remorse
Until careering round the bend
The tunnelled life comes to an end
Bursting forth into the light
Green fields to my left and right
Sunlight replacing dim lit bulbs
Warm and healing life unfolds
Now observing all I see
Watching as life passes me
Until arriving; end of track
Where you wait
And I come back.