Subway
I am in a tunnel
Swirling in a funnel
Trying to get away
From the reality of my day
I spend 6 hours in school
Focusing on the time and what’s left
I dread opening the door
To see what ahead
Gets me thinking
What am I doing here?
When I can just go on the subway
Never going to stop
Just keep going until I get to the top
I’ll just keep riding
Until I feel its time for arriving maybe I’ll go the right way
For a chance to change on a subway
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