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On my mind..
Life isn't about finding yourself
Its about creating yourself
~
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.
Saturday, June 7, 2008
Sounds of a Melbourne morning
10:01 PM

Run run you'll miss the tram
Oh no I forgot my lunch on the dining table
Puff puff woman doing her make up
Right at the tram stop
Chug chug tram's running late
Will miss the train again
Swoop swoop tram door opens
Screech, please stop at next stop

Run out and into the station
Quick glance at schedule
City loop at Platform 4 in 2
Zoinnnnk plud
Train's come

Beep beep doors open

Shuffle shuffle walk in soundlessly
Beep beep doors closing
Take out my book and read
Boom tap boom tap
Throw the dirty look at the loud mp3 playing teen
Apologize to fellow office goer for brushing against him
And disturbing his perfectly steamed coat
Clickety clack clickety clack
Subtly expensive heels climbing the escalator
I look up - row of people, one on each step
Unchaotic in the 8:30 rush
The unspoken escalator rules - still on left, move on right
Mother of two making a fortune stands on the left
Knowing the worst of her morning is over
Thump thump two steps at a time
Ambitious executive rushing past on right
He's late cause of the rush into an ex at the bar
Punch ping ticket valid
Approving nod from train officer
Ting ting ting can't cross road
Wait for man to turn green
Avoiding the others gaze
Quiet queue in front of Coffee Xpress
And then the walk down the road
Laptops and handbags bogging us down
Ping - elevator going up
Very civil very nice
We walk into lifts
A million curses and judgements on fellow riders
Inhaling their overpowering colognes, ciggies and coffees
Ping again  - Level 7, says the elevator lady
Flash the card, access granted
Another day begins
Still not a word has been spoken to the millions I've passed
Since I walked out of my front door an hour ago

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