The clocks changed,
And everyone’s excited by the extra hour.
I woke up at 5:30am instead of 6:30am,
And continued to do so for days.
My body doesn’t give a fuck,
About the manmade construction of time,
And now i’m exhausted.
I start work at 8:45am.
I leave at 7:30am,
To get there for 8:25am,
Because I don’t trust public transport.
If you trust public transport,
Then I don’t trust you.
I was late today by 45 minutes.
I put my belief in the central line, And concluded
it’d all be fine,
I’d get to work in time; But that was all a lie.
It’s all about making those executive decisions.
Do I wait and hope the signal failure will be resolved?
Do I give up and get a bus instead even though it takes double the amount of time?
Do I pretend I have the money to get an uber?
I chose to be patient,
And have faith in the central line.
My patience fucked me over,
And my goodness could these idiots walk any slower?!
And now I need to top of my oyster;
But the machines broke.
It’s raining, i’m running;
I’m stopping, I’m starting;
Google maps and city mapper are savin’ my life,
I’m stressed like fuck, but shit happens;
I can’t change the weather,
I can’t change the time,
I can’t fix the machines and systems,
Or the man trying to insert a crumpled five pound note into the ticket machine for tenth time.
But what I can alter is my attitude, and just smile.
I got to work,
And yeah I was late,
I felt like a failure,
So I wrote this poem on my break,
To relax and unwind,
Release and let go,
What can’t be changed,
The unreliable shit public transport and people who walk slow.