Night Train to the End of the Line

Heading out of the town

on the underground train

I looked over the others

and worked out the odds.

No conductor in sight.

And now late at night.

Only lights and metallic

announcements.

I made bets with myself:

as to who would get off

and who would remain

on the train.

I was wrong every time.

But still in the end

I collected.

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