Isn’t there something quietly profound

in riding the Ringbahn the whole way ‘round?

sit down for 59 minutes

and end up right where you started

the stations marking the hands of a clock

just as much as they sketch the heartlines of the city.

won’t you ride the Ringbahn with me -

isn’t there something quietly romantic about it?

I have one, two, three loops set aside for you -

full presence in a finite orbit

then we get off at different stations

and get on with our lives.

isn’t there something quietly profound

in riding the Ringbahn the whole way ‘round?

revisiting every stop you miss

it’s never too late to do something different

and doing something different

is always a choice

sit down for 59 minutes

and feel like you’re in motion