The morning train is full.
Faces deep in sleep,
Still deep in the day before.
Some fight to wake,
Others still enjoy the pleasant warmth of dreams.
Heads nod and slip sideways,
Then quickly straighten up.
"Who me?, no never".
Signs pass, tanoy calls,
Brain sends message,
"Body rise, legs quick march".
Outside the train
More faces still in sleep.
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