subway lies

An old man on the subway
older than me
at least…another
but a kid
on the street
all are
the ticking of
the clock; the grand
manifesto of life
all brought together
by the idea
the moment
the instant
recognition of
wanting to live
but not let
time pass, of
somehow holding it still
that never ending moving river
of thoughts, dreams…
of us toward
nothing
while
we regret
we pine
we bargain
with nobody
hoping to slow down the crash
knowing
knowing
knowing
it is
inevitable
while an old man
on the subway
talking lowly to himself
calls it all
bullshit.

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