Subway

I have to run, I have to run, work calls. I'll lose my train if I miss this subway. I'll lose my job if I miss this train. I love you, do you love me? Oh my God it's so crowded! I hope there's room. Permission, permission, sorry, sorry, I have to get off! How many more times will I have to take it again. Day after day, maybe I got a little bored. It has now become my home. Thoughts fly, like pigeons on the subway.