The Evening Ride


The echo of the subway on the tracks,
The vague smell of a cold and wet station,
The small stand selling newspapers and snacks, People ride back to their nearest relation.
The platform where people edge to the side, Groups of people wait: a family, four teens, Cramming into the cars, as the train glides, Transporting passengers to their hopes and dreams.
Your loneliness, surrounded by strangers, Each person having their own place to go , The swap of passengers, quite a danger, Arriving home, feeling happy as you know.
The train system, going at a great speed, This is the evening ride that we all need.

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