With the head-phoned ears
and comfort in the disinterest of their faces,
with the security of fixed routes
that never strays or betrays,
with the faint reflection of my face
that melts with everything I hoped to be,
with the burden of morning and the fatigue of evening,
with the promise of return no desertion,
with the reassuring predictability,
with the steady rocking violent jerks,
with the dream of adventure safe return home.
Everything comfortable and everything new.
go back to the womb.