Transit
Underground subways
Show me your unfamiliar ways
I'll be sitting in a box
Looking for personal space
With my eyes
I'll return the favor
From my invisible box
That you must so plainly see

I was waiting
Right on time
For some train to
Take me right where you left off
And there at the train
I could bid adieu
It was sure
We had reached the end of the line
And I exited stage left
With a tug from the J-hook