Twelve minutes.
Just give me twelve minutes a day
from the train station back home to

not be okay.
tear up when nobody’s watching.
ruminate about the mistakes I’ve made.
be in touch with my soul,
my sad little soul


so that I may

brave the rest of the one thousand, four hundred and twenty eight minutes.
be the responsible human being I ought to be.
chase my dreams.
eat, drink and be merry.
realise that I’m actually
okay. Okay?