The Commuter

As flowers fill with summer rain Commuters board their rush hour train Oblivious to all they see They must get home in time for tea Reflecting on their busy day Decisions seldom go their way The simple things that mean a lot Just too busy – Now forgot Magic times remain unseen Now blinded by their dull routine Tomorrows dreams stay in the past Time flies by - the moments passed It’s easy to be lead astray But every dog will have his day The thoughts inside – Just Cant let go So don’t let on - no-one will know All heading for another place They hide behind a dead pan face Afraid their plans have gone astray They must survive another day Don’t bother with a crystal ball You have the power to recall We each determine our own fate So take control – Don’t sit and wait Why stand in line and wait your turn Just cut the ropes and watch them burn Feelings that we all suppress You never know – Perhaps they’ve guessed The sands of time will ebb and flow The tree that grows will always show The promise of a future dawn On platform nine you stand and yawn.