Packed into this slowly moving carriage,
composed commuters cough politely.
While origami masters make light work of morning broadsheets,
And agile thumbs text cybersweet nothings.
What priceless dreams are squeezed lifeless from hanging straps?
Or cry silently down perspiring windows,
to lie exhausted in puddles of despair?
Yet amazingly, each morning all arrive safely at appointed destinations,
never thinking of the terminus that awaits their final journey.