The fibers of my being feel like they are tearing apart! Senior year is crazy and weird, and i can't wait for college. I am going to be so content when i am in the world being challenged. But then i ask myself, well if you're not that happy now then why do you think you'll be happy then? And then i remember things will change, AND i will make sure they are changing for the better. I am slowly becoming more me, slowly figuring out who i am and experiencing what the world has to offer has just begun!
Hey
I'm on the subway
Hey look at me. HEY! Look at me.
The world shouts rhythmically
Push and pull, here and there
Take the handle
You'll get there
The subway car
Lights up the dark Tunnel
the couple smiles
The child laughs
A baby reaches and
Push and pull, here and there
Take the handle
You'll get there
The brakes are on
Your stations next
The couple laughs
the child frets
Open, close in and out
People's faces
sail about like
dreams on an open sea
Moving moving
don't dare follow me
your eyes are not accepted here
move along
choppy expressions
never a dull face
everyone thinking
of their happy place
Push and pull, here and there
Take the handle
You'll get there
