Something’s afoot

This is a familiar place

Screeching brakes and roaring rails

The overhead speaker shouts so gently

yet , it’s much slower than usual

Losing elevation into the tunnels

Patterns of lights flashing by

It almost looks like a straight line

Picking up the pace now

This place houses strangers

Maybe an occasional friend

But mostly foreign entities

All playing the same patient game

Much faster now

Zipping down below the skyline

Although that won’t be clear

Till you leave the station

We’re sprinting to the finish

Horn blasting, conductors tired

This tunnel feels much longer than before

I might just be lost