Metro Musings with Sting

And they speed by, lights yellow and white,

Sting sings in golden fields,

Reflections hazy on clean glass,

Lovers with jittery chemistry,

Some eyes wonder, some search,

Some are just lost

I don't see you...

And Its still a long way home.

Musings in the Metro - 1

Sleepy
Bored
Indifferent
Nervous
Blue sky and scorching sun
Dreams with mere smiles
Coffee in plastic cups
Shaken and stirred spirits
Just five stops to go.