Out of the Rat Race

I’m out of the rat race
Out of the fight
To get into work
Get home at night
The push on the platform
The squeeze, holding a rail
The heat in the summer
Groans when services fail
Seated, sleeping commuters
People, for others, making way
The books they are reading
New faces each day
I’m out of the rat race
Out of the fight
I’m already missing it
Escape as I might

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