I work in the city surrounded by grey
Wherever I look I see this all day
Pollution is high with traffic and fumes
We hide segregated in our little rooms
I have a glimpse of the river from the ninth floor
Looking tranquil and peaceful which I adore
I often go there for lunch to escape
From stresses of work and all it's red tape
Though very short lived the time goes so fast
I'm counting east second as it ticks past
The afternoon shift yet crawls by so slow
I'm anxious to leave, but it's not time to go
Finally arriving, when we can all leave
In rush hour between all people, I weave
Walking fast to the station and boarding the train
All packed like sardines, in this tin can again
The train trip is silent, we all just ignore
But I catch up on reading from the book store
My train ride is long, from the city I'm far
Although traffic much worse, if I went by car
My stop is announced and now that I smile
No longer I'm bothered it taking a while
Because when the doors open, it's now I inhale
As the air is so fresh, not polluted and stale
I walk from the station it's not far away
Through green parks and nature now that I stray
The only sound from birds perched in the trees
With a scent that's so fresh from the sea breeze
And before I know it, once again I arrive
To my front doors and now feeling alive
My wife sees my smile..."Did you have a good day?!"
But it's just coming home, when I feel this way...
