It’s the most mundane task
To wait your turn
Shuffle your feet to the front of the line
You step aboard
Tap in and slowly look around
As someone once infamously said
Which seat should I take?
But there’s nothing left so you decide to stand
You tower over Macbooks and Herschel backpacks
Wisps of gossip and the sound of snoring backed by
Someone’s electronica thudding through their headphones
Sighs of impatience as you run through the laundry list of tasks to do today
Procrastination sandwiched in between “studying”
Wishing you had had coffee or breakfast this morning until
Someone shifts their position and knocks you out of your concentration
You bite your tongue from saying something and roll your eyes
Slipping into your daydream, eyes closing
You get comfortable until
You feel yourself falling forward
Eyes open, arrived at destination
Let your day begin
