Knowing when to get off.
Watching out a window fogged up with the breath of strangers.
Rain pounding against the glass, rivets streaming by.
Rocked into a daze, hearing so much it becomes nothing at all.
Tired.
Pull the cord. You are here.
Now, let your feet find their way home.
1 comment:
"Rocked into a daze, hearing so much it becomes nothing at all"-- perfectly summed up public white noise.
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