Heading Downtown by Subway

The escalator keeps descending; Seemingly, it’s never-ending, Taking riders deep into The bowels of the earth. Everyone around pretending That they’re fine, of course, depending On their circumstances and Just what their time is worth. When the platform’s reached, there’s waiting. Scrolling signs are indicating When the closest train will come – That is, if you’re in luck. Minutes tick by, generating Lots more people congregating But you’ve made your choice and now It seems that you are stuck. Finally, a revelation – See the train approach the station. As the doors glide open, people Rush to get inside. Find a seat or resignation Will stay ‘til your destination. Then at last you exit, Having taken it in stride.