Stuck on the train.
Every day suffering this pain.
Struggling into work for very little gain.
If it carried on, he would have to refrain.
He would walk instead, even in the rain.
Better than looking through the trainâ€™s window pane.
With random thoughts running through his brain.
Being late every day was driving him insane.
On his life, this journey was a bane.
If the train was Abel, he would be Cain.
When he flipped, they wouldnâ€™t be able to restrain.
As his self-control was on the wane.
A holiday was needed, time to catch a plane.