Time flies by

No posts for a month. No readers for longer. And yet im back.

Heres a poem I'm making up as i type this:

The seats fill up,
The eyes stare but do not look,

The signs bring interest more than they ever should,
The noises are rings, and beeps, and rumbles... and whispers,

The people are there in body but not in mind,
The stop has arrived and I'm just on time.

Le Fin.