this world is alive

this world is alive, all except the people.

they scurry to and fro, ducking under the rails as the train approaches,

so afraid of leaving a world they find so troublesome.

but then there are those who dare to leave the comfort of the darkness and step into the light,

and for the most part they are stomped out as grain under the millstone,

but those few that survive: oh what a life is theirs.

the artist and the aid worker, blessed are they who appreciate the gift given unto them.

but to you scurriers and duckers i say:

straighten your neck and stare into the light of the oncoming train,

in order that you might live at least once before falling under the inevitable, never-ceasing wheels of the mighty underground.