This bantering in transit
A feigned approach to wish and see
Proportionate forebodings
Of schism's inefficiency
When dreaming in the bleachers
In colors of the stormy sea's
Restraint and resolution
Remember where you hid the key

There may be nobody home when you get there.

The lights are on, though

So, at least you can peek in the window.

These things have a way of sorting themselves out

I know. Someone else comes by with the key to let us in.

Isn't bantering prohibited in subway stations?

That's pandering you're thinking of.