As I ride the train I flow through veins, of the city never realizing where exactly I’m going..I’m just along for the ride…going through the carpel-tunnels of the hood, streaming through these stressed vessels, ever winding like pretzels, never looking back because the only thing I see is where I have just left, the stations I’ve already visited….looking at my past life…2D in flat form…as I reach my stop I’m afraid of the platform….because all that is there are souls waiting to board the same train to get to the same place….not knowing if they are going in the right direction…they’re just along for the ride.
Original Poem/creative composition of words.
-McFresh
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Veins
As I ride the train I flow through veins, of the city never realizing where exactly I’m going..I’m just along for the ride…going through the carpel-tunnels of the hood, streaming through these stressed vessels, ever winding like pretzels, never looking back because the only thing I see is where I have just left, the stations I’ve already visited….looking at my past life…2D in flat form…as I reach my stop I’m afraid of the platform….because all that is there are souls waiting to board the same train to get to the same place….not knowing if they are going in the right direction…they’re just along for the ride.
Original Poem/creative composition of words.
-McFresh