Makes its way through all the cars
Lining the morning streets
Prepared to claim the roads for hours.
Walk through the streets early on
And something inside you wakes
To heal and make you happy
A lung-full of air is all it takes.
The world begins to scurry
On through the calming haze
That vainly attempts to heal them all
As they ignore it and walk away.
Near the stations it's like a flood
There's hardly any air to breathe
Only saddening, stony faces, set
To brave the daily stampede.
This fleeting, daily glimpse of life
Surely fades out of your mind
As you get down at your destination
Once again, in the race, to the grind.
1 comments:
Hmm... Is this how you feel about travelling?
I get the feeling when set in comparison to the early-morning run/walk.
I can 'you' in this.
PS. Put off the word-verification system na, please. :-)
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