The train halts
For the people to alight;
And I, faraway,
Find ways to **** the night.
I take out my diary and a pen
To jot down all that I feel then.

The train halts.
And with several others, I get down
To freshen up with a cup of tea.
A thought keeps lingering within me;
I keep seeking ways to be happy; but
Happiness is what I (wish to) have and what I wish to be.

And with this honest, humble thought,
Hoots the train, I hear.
Asking me to get back,
For my destination is near.
Yet, my journey of life has lots to see,
And she wants me to be back on track.

the cracking concrete stairway practically reeks darkness
this is the entrance to the labyrinth.
step by step constantly downward until the sliver of sun that you always thought would be visible has finally disappeared
and left nothing but the blinking of the dim artificial light broken by time.
the warmth you surely felt outside has been leeched away
leaving a constant chill to raise the hairs on your arms
every time the ghost of a subway train emerges from the depths of the tunnels to all sides.
crude steel and fissured tiles paint the portrait of the lives that have passed through here
the tracks making no distinction between foreigner and local as they dole out their fates.
and every rushing train blurring the shadowy lights of the tunnel
reaffirms your suspicion that this is a vessel through a vortex in disguise as a breaking down train.
and as the doors slide open once the wheels lock and screech in agony until the momentum is stopped,
take caution
for the city you exited from into the subway
may not be the same you’ll enter here.

I'm with everyone I know,
Running in our lifetime's race.
But I just can't shake this feeling
That I'm never going to place.

They all have their hearts set on something
And is it something that I have done,
To cause me to run with aimless footsteps
Simply chasing the horizon?

They're all clutching onto something,
And they put their hope in it.
But for some reason, I never seem
To be able to commit.

One by one they find their goal,
And take off sprinting away.
Leaving me in the dust,
To chase the horizon again today.

And it's not their fault, I know.
They think that I am running too.
I told them I was coming,
But I'm just watching them run through.

Why can't I see their inspiration?
Each time I think I know,
I trip and lose the thought I had.
And I'm far to tired to go.

I'm tired of having no purpose,
Just living an act of treason.
I hope they'll stop for a breath and see,
That I'm a runner without a reason.

I have one question will we be there for ever You know i cant hurt you the way every one else does but will you be there when we are dead in the underworld will you be there.

I always tend to hide who I am inside
I always tend to change my appearance outside
I always tend to forget who I really am sometimes.
Maybe she left
Maybe I left her behind
She couldn't keep up with this life
So I just left her aside
She was shy, she was scared, and she always cared
Someone that couldn't make it through the race of life
But me, I pushed myself towards the finish line.

Striding against gust,
On the verge of victory
Finish line in sight!

The whistle has been blown

My blocks are set
I'm warm, ready,
But I'm nervous

On your mark

I'm set
I've prayed
Yet I'm nervous

Set

Only 3 seconds left
2
1

Bang

All fear Is gone

Near light improvised music
Under a moon so gray
Tomorrow's song
Sings of an evening
Pocketed in the dark
Absorbing us
Breathing us
Feeling us
Pulling us away
And we but following
Our usual routine
Lose track and thought
Of our words and hearts
Lose track and thought
Of our sight and light
Lose track and thought
Of our love,
And we simply
Reminisce.