It's 545am when the MARC train arrives. Countless people pack in to the vehicle built for speed. There are students, soldiers, business men and women, a couple of random individuals just traveling and then there's me, an observer on the way to work this morning.
I take notice of the exits and any suspicious activity. A mindset I got from wanting to become a cop... Everything is safe!
I turn my music on and sit back. The train starts to move.... I look around and everyone is linked into their personal devices, streaming music, reading emails or news, it's apparent to me we're all one step away from becoming cyborgs. There are others sleeping... I sure hope they don't miss their stops!
Once at Union Station there's a hold up...
"Passengers there is a delay, there is a train in distress" says the conductor.
You can feel the increased heart rates as contemplations of lateness to destinations begins to rise. It's like ten minutes later. I start even considering the thoughts.
"Did I miss my metro?"
"Do I have any late forgiveness left?"
"I wonder if I can still run to the cafe for breakfast?"
"Will we get out of here?"
The questions run through my head, as indie electro sub genre pumps into my brain from white headphones that act as transmitters from my 4 inch world connecting device!
The wait gave me enough time to notice a regular on the MARC train who likes to sketch photos of people... Not gonna lie it's a little weird, but at least he's good at it. No real difference from the word sketch I'm doing of my commute here in this post.
We're set free and the mad dash towards the metro begins. Union Station is a madhouse! There's no peace here. Everyone is in their own world. I notice a person giving change to a seemingly homeless lady; hope in humanity restored for the day!
It's back to the race against time to the metro. Being a novice rarely taking public transit i pause my music. and I ask someone a question referring to my stop. He kindly instructs me and I then thank him and return to my music with my metro card in hand. 
I get on the metro and it takes off! I sit in my seat thinking of my Friday night plans! I get excited knowing there's only like ten more hours until the weekend. Stops like "Gallaudet", "Takoma" and "Brookland" pass before I reach my stop in downtown Silver Spring. 
Getting off there's a problem with my metro card.
Get it fixed; check!
As I trade a smile with the cute girl coming towards me. The moment passes of attraction for I'll never see her again.
It's cold outside... Everyone bundled up. My peacoat holds warmth but forgetting my gloves as I type this narrative has become an apparent struggle.
Still I type...
I sit here waiting for the bus, still semi impressed a sheltered boy from the suburbs has managed to maneuver DC metro at ease so far...
Still waiting and it gets colder. More linked individuals start to file in the stop. Buses come and go, I wait for mine 
I see a bus stop and run to it! A nice older lady stops me from getting my hopes up for it is the wrong one.
Finally my bus is here and I can get warm! On Facebook I trade dialogue with an old friend about how we're mid 20s in the professional world as compared to childhood dreams of wanting to become power rangers... The struggle is real.
I return to reality checking the clocks.... I hope I make it on time!
It becomes apparent in our society, we're obsessed with this obsession to get "there" on time! Stops pass and go, much like the trains. It's amazing to me to see how many older people are managing smartphones and not looking a bit confused.
I dose off... Only to be awoken by Spanish singing... His happy tune is a change of tune from this grey friday.
We are nearing my office building. The rather spontaneous energy I possessed at 6am is now diminishing as the Romanticism of riding public dies and the realisation I'm nearing a dreadful 9hrs builds....
I arrive at my office packed into an elevator. There's a track playing from my workout/gym playlist as I make it to my desk giving me a little energy before I sit in my seat...
Lets start the day.....
The Artist-
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