The Charm of Met Line

 The train halts, people sigh—

Ah, the never-ending charm of the Metropolitan line

Spiralling its way along time

Tell me—

Do you know anyone who time travels?

The light-headed trains glow through

The dungeons of the soul,

I wonder—who would be fighting above?

Or rather laying in a sound sleep,

Unaware of the spirits bustling below?

Another train jets past—

I see people talking still

Screens flicker on, swallowing souls

And yet the met line pauses still

Oh no! Did I just miss my stop?