Mundane in the Metro

Subway cars crowd below
The daily rush to be on time
To excel at the Job, whatever that is
To reach the office, cubicle, counter
To listen to the constant chit-chat, shouting, conversations
To feel the exhaustion coming on
An inflexible reality, an ever-present shadow
A wish to leave, to be free
But then spiraling back, back to the veracity that comes with life
Realizing that it’s impossible
Then returning to the subway
To come home to the husband, wife
Kiss on the cheek
“goodnight”
Then back to the subway
To be carried through the routine
Until the final stop
Planted in the ground beneath the screeching silver
As new generations learn to give up their dreams
And ride the rails above.

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Mundane in the Metro

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