I'm on the elevated train and sometimes it goes into a dark tunnel. It's kind of scary 'cause it gets real dark inside the train car. Sometimes the train will even stop and I'll be stuck inside of there with the doors locked. This is not where I want to be. But what can I do? I'm anxious, sad, worried and mad. I just want to get out of there. I read the graffiti on the tunnel walls and look around at the other passengers on the train who seem to be just as miserable as I feel. Somehow it's comforting to have them there and maybe once in awhile another passenger will look back at me and smile weakly as if to say "It's okay, we're in this together" and I have to smile back.
It seems like forever and it feels like I'm going to crack up if the train doesn't start moving soon. But it doesn't start to move again. And I don't crack up. I begin to think about what other circumstances I could be here in the train car - stuck inside this dark tunnel under. There are so many possibilities. A terror attack-a power outage-a hijacking, a fire... and I'm a little thankful that the train is probably just waiting for the right signals from the control center to proceed. I feel a little fortunate.
I begin to accept that I'll be here for awhile and begin to read a discarded newspaper left behind by another passenger. I may even strike up a conversation with another passenger who's sitting in front or behind me.
And after awhile I forget that I'm in a train car, I forget that I don't want to be there and I forget that I'm stuck in a tunnel. It all happens so gradually that I hadn't even noticed I had forgotten about all of it until the train begins to move again. "yay!" I say to myself and I antisipate seeing the light of day as we rickety through the tunnel.
"Ahhhh" there's the sunshine and the metro sky line. Life is good.
But...what is this? Oh nooooooo, another tunnel? We're headed towards another tunnel!!!!! How long is this tunnel and will we get stuck in this one too?
(((((((sickntired))))))) I look over to you and smile weakly.