I glanced at the station from an unclear window,
people oblivious to my existence coming by,
some with full of joy and fantasies,
others with hellos and goodbyes.
While sensing being the only introvert
with my 90's desolated playlist,
she came towards me, with a west to east smile,
settling, asked me to help out with her load.
I bobbed, and,
The earth started to rip away,
I feel the winds of change blowing in my face
Nov 17, 2018
Nov 17, 2018 at 4:14 PM UTC
I glanced at the station from an unclear window,
people oblivious to my existence coming by,
some with full of joy and fantasies,
others with hellos and goodbyes.
While sensing being the only introvert
with my 90's desolated playlist,
she came towards me, with a west to east smile,
settling, asked me to help out with her load.
I bobbed, and,
The earth started to rip away,
I feel the winds of change blowing in my face
I wrote it while travelling in a train
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