I stand there at the edge of the road, they're all going somewhere, and I stand at the edge of the road.
  Watching them pass me by. One step forward and my life ends, one step back and a new life begins.
  where I will go is determined by each step in either direction, and where I have been has left an imprint by the aging of my skin

You're going to miss me
I hope you know
When you're gone
Surrounded by noise
And that silent moment
Creeps upon you
You're going to think of me
And you're going to wish
You said what you're thinking
Now, if only
You wouldn't hold onto
What you're feeling
And if it's nothing,
If it's nothing
Then please
Say goodbye

Finally
A shooting star
In my realm
Joyous and true
Looping around Venus
Bright as the moon
I stand before him
Stillness
His virtues calm me
Connected and encased
In my own life-force energy
Taking my hands
We look up
Above me is the route
Our journey has begun
Ascending into the universe
My heart is alive

The subway in NYC
Is a rather odd circumstance
Underground transit
Tunnels from one world to the next
Cluttered
Smelly
Sometimes cold
Or terribly hot
All races
So many workers
In service of this city
I sit and I wonder
Why must I do this?
Is this part of the dream?
Or do dreams have repercussions?
A homeless man
Asks for a dime
A dollar he says
Will bide him some time
Every day I work
And every day I spend
In and out of the subway
Feels like quick sand
Underground, lost in thought
Is it all an illusion?
Are we really going anywhere?
I'd like to take my bike
Up into the clouds
Look down on all the beauty
And reconsider the
System
That rules underground
Delays our existence
I'm bound
Eleutheromania
Is what I feel each day
Aggravated by the mundane
By the waiting
I am stuck
Cramped between strangers
On time, early
Words I don't often employ
When I'm talking about myself
Lately I'm wondering
If my eternal clock is behind
Some things are so simple
Obvious
Quick to understand
Easy to achieve
Friendships I make
With very little effort
Lovers are not
So simple or obvious
I try to understand
Am I ever heading in the right direction?
Am I too easy?
Or is it too difficult to achieve?
I find so many men to be like the subway
Often a waste of time
Unreliable, mysterious
A nuisance
And yet I return
Almost every day
To the need and desire
To take the ride
Believing I'll arrive exactly where I want to be
Even if I'm late