PROOF A SUBWAY RIDE IS BORING

Where it started, I can't remember.
Why it ended isn't clear.
It seems that now I sit and worry about the weather,
and I don't know how I got to here.

It all happened so quickly, everything a blur.
I feel like I walked into a brick wall
and got up to keep walking again.

Bruises heal, but not the pain that comes with regret.
When I leave the field, I go on my own terms, for my own reasons,
and there's no one that can tell me different.
If you listen only to the noise,
you don't hear the whispered words beneath.
If you run too fast, you pass the fading magic underfoot.
We all rush along the path
without really knowing where we're going,
and all end up lost.
Stop for a moment and think....think where,
think why, think how.
Nothing's ever complete until we make it so.

Where am I going, what am I doing?
The questions run circles in my mind.
The who, the how, they strike,
leaving me to wonder constantly.

 

 

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