I am sitting on a train platform, homeward bound

Where the woman i love waits.

It has been a long, busy day at Rix

And it occurs to me, as I start wondering about dinner

That this is normal.

The weariness I feel now is, in this moment

Felt too by countless others in this tired old city..

I am like any other Londoner, returning home after a long day

As Londoners have done for decades…and centuries

And realising that I am now like any other anonymous inhabitant of the metropolis

Feels great.