Listening to hour-long playlists on YouTube,

Looking as busy as possible,

Scrolling through Facebook like my life depends on it,

Getting absolutely nowhere from 9 to 5.

Walking down to the metro station and watching trains pass, 

Doors open, doors close, trains leave and I wait,

Not knowing how long it’ll be before I get up and go.

This inertia is intoxicating.

The less I do, the less I need to do.

A curly-haired charmer looks up from his phone,

And through the doors of the metro, right at me.

I get up thinking this is the sign I was waiting for.

Someone to break out of their routine to notice mine.