Commuter Song #6

Wednesday daylight
something’s not right
may be, maybe I…

Subway somehow
wrong way right now
lost myself in the crowd.

Do what they do
chaotic queue
push your weight to get ahead.

Look the other way,
but don’t turn the other cheek;
so what if you’re not strong,
just don’t let them see you’re weak.

When I can’t speak
and I freak out
I swim against the rush hour crowd…

How many lies can I take?
How many sighs should I fake?

There’s nothing in their faces,
like grey was pasted on to keep me out.

Posted by Invisibleye in: Poetry   17 November, 2009   Tags: Commuter Song

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