Swimming thru invisible on my way to work
My mind overloaded with adamant murk 
I am late, snooze button curse, no one really cares
Failure and grandeur on Manhattan streets, beggars and millionaires
Glory-ish morning under a thick orange sky
Seagulls soaring, got something in my Nazi-blue eye
Deep in the thoughts, some mundane, some too abstract
Fabricating fantasy, fixing faithlessness, fearing firing, fighting fact
Clothes adequately decent, expertly combed down hair
Purchasing a ticket, pedestrianism gets me nowhere
I blend in with the crowd on the crowded train station
We pile up in the downtown bound, mass asphyxiation
The train rolls down rusty tracks, thru façade, thru underbelly
State of the art infrastructure, thru places increasingly helly
Brought to desolation by our drivers, brace for a bumpy ride
Even this has its beauty, in a certain neon light
Dead cats and broken headlights and people we’ll never know
Wistful eyes, crazy crack, I’m just going with the seven thirty flow
People get on and people get off, the vexing spirals of life
Heartbroken and indifferent faces , in the sparse and in the rife
We were told that there was plenty
So many destinations, train half-empty
I don’t believe in future, don’t care much for past
Necessity, obsessive greed, things to be the last
I hate what I’m doing, we’re angels breathing the beast
Fond of air-condition as the train rolls further east
Whistles, sirens, a few missed calls and a promise of eternity
Hopes, dreams, disasters, ambivalence, hate, debris
Larger than life celebrities on some pale blue dot
I enjoy the feel of the weather, content with decay and rot
Walls obstruct the view as we go beneath the earth
Tunnels twisting thru the unseen, subterranean rebirth
Commuting commuters communicating through screens of LED
Replies transatlantic, four thousand miles of heartfelt honesty
Implausible connections, blowing my mind like hollow points
Iconoclastic serenity, courtesy of escapist morning joints
Station after station, we stop and we start
Beautiful strangers rekindling my copy-pasted heart
Billboards and neon names, a golden idol of random shit
Steam, smoke and smog, men and mice racing thru it 
I fight of a persistent erection as another train zooms by
Eyeballs severely twitchy, I’m way to fucking high
We’re still mending our wounds, bullets we’ve bitten
I look around the car, our similarities truly well hidden
Brakes, full stop, I get up and exit
I run a few blocks, you think I can make it?
Swimming thru invisible on my way around

Wish me luck staying aground