The incoming train and the piercing sound of its horn,
shook off my remaining traces of sleep.
Everyday, the bustle and jostle where
intrusion of one's private sphere is of least concern.
A tedious cycle of acts and efforts
to triumph even trifles.
More than just the maneuver of rides
Hey, welcome to the working world.
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