Redfern Underground

I was just thinking about mortality
Walking along on the underground
Platforms eleven and twelve at Redfern
One carries on with one's dull life
Hoping for things to 'come good'
I've been doing that since the start
But things don't ever seem to change
The feeling, mostly, is increasing tumult
Tumult which has eaten in to my core
Blood pressure, sore muscles, my libido
And no one ever cares. Why would they?
Understandable to get sick of it all
Sick of waiting for my number to come up
I'm sick of clinging on to this cliff face