I wake up in familiar place,
But I want to bring a change,
Of my all so familiar pace,
So strapped in I get that ticket,
For Capital town, with no frown,
Leaving on a steel worm,
In my freedom plots,
A trickle of “forget me Notts”,
Out the window is the moving green,
Accompanied by busy beeps,
Added together makes the modern serene,
I think what I should and what I would, when
Leaving on a steel worm,
In my freedom plots,
A trickle of “forget me nots”.
Now for great pastime, to observe,
The passengers and their different bubbles,
Their bubbles, troubles their synaptic optics swerve,
To the safer kerb, them a book worm,
Whilst leaving on a steel worm,
In our freedom plots,
A trickle of “forget me nots”.
Staring down at a freebie,
Metro in blue it’s title,
Spouting necessity and nonsensical celebrity,
No thanks, I will watch these river banks,
Whilst still riding on a steel worm,
In my freedom plots,
A trickle of “forget me nots”.
Penultimate stop I make a mate,
So we listen to become amateur shrinks,
No talk of pop-culture but proper contemplate,
So we sip our drinks with mutual winks,
On this friendly ride on a steel worm,
In our merry freedoms plots,
A trickle of “forget me nots”.
We have now come to our destination,
So short, but a blinding ride,
Thus next time on a steel worm give some appreciation,
Not a typical pour out of already heard complaint like,
Smells like hell, or the noise of a lout,
Concocting hate therefore the start of a bout,
Relax and breathe, not seethe and see what’s really there,
In the fresh air, and do not forget what took you there,
The next time you’re leaving on a steel worm,
When your freedom plots,
Another trickle of “forget me nots”.