Staring at the red seats on the train
Deformed dominos
The tops of mundane zombies hairstyles
Look like hairy lily pads
Passengers
As the train goes faster upon the rusty tracks
Along the miniature valleys of the urban countryside
Within the crimson carriage i ride
To a place of battles named
But never fought
Stations
Cranes stick out like coloured iron poles
Red-bricked estates were drying clothes hang
As the race of life goes faster than the train itself
Monuments of old London stand firm
In once a Roman city
Londinum
The all-seeing eye
The London eye
Looks on
Turns more than heads
A passport to France
Napoleons last stand
My last stop
Waterloo
