I ride the express way because it is the only way I know.
I sit on a bench full of euphoric hearsay's.
All the while holding on to the steel pole that is my heart
So I do not teeter-totter over and fall.
This routine is repetitive day in and day out,
But I ride this route to relieve myself of taunting thoughts.
On this express way I find myself surrounded
By unlimited possibilities,
By timeless tales told by strangers,
And by the endless couples who whisper sweet nothings to one another.
I am fascinated with this path that I have taken,
And even though I might choose to get off at a wrong stop
I have the privilege of getting on the express way again.
I chose to ride this road
Because it is the only way I know how
To express myself.