Just as late as always
coming to the station.
Still counting the ways
how to wake up the nation.
All the rush and haste
those faces around bored
feeling the bitter taste
of minds full of unspoken words.
In and out they go
looking all the same.
Like an infinite flow
and I'm guessing all the names.
Inside all like outside
maybe little warmer.
People sitting by my side
feels like in an empty corner.
(still a bit rough though....)
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