Be en awhile
Sinc I he trapped inside
Going for a ride
Face down
Silent ride
In the city
Spring facade on a winter day
A taste of
Glimpse
A world away,
Feet tread out at another stop
Realized a better life
Miles away.
All the sufferable pains of convenience
Missing the chauffeured life
Mass transit
Remembering names of stations, tied to memories that
Pass
With the closing doors
Stations that pass and I remain seated, awaiting a destination.
Stations that crumble a little more with every passing, more fragmented, yet strangely visceral dreams of skipping madly down underground corridors.
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