22 September 2012
Fate, it's a strange thing. It acts at the weirdest times Never when you want it to, And always when you're not looking, Unexpecting, ever deceiving. It catches you by surprise Perhaps on the underground, on your way To town to buy a few minor things, When you think the carriage will only Be filled with faces you've never seen. People you've never spoken to And never will again. Strangers. Your music blaring, a favourite song And you calmly collapse on your Regular seat. The same regular navy blue. You scan your surroudings lazily, The rattle of the train a mere rumble Through your headphones. Deeper In the tunnel the train trails on. And you sit back, unknowing, unseeing. Then suddenly, sitting there Opposite where you always sit The same handle you always hold On the same train you always take, ...He is reading a book, Preparing for the future, Unaware of the past that is Sitting before him Very much in the present.
He looks up, you smile And the same sweet memories Both cross your minds.
London Underground • Opuss № I