The Subway Poem by adeniran oluokun

The Subway



Me in the subway examining faces.
some smile, some blank,
all lost in their own, everyone with their own stories,
some still hope for the better, some hope for nothing more,
some young.some old,
some in love, some heartbroken..
Still sitting in front of the train as they move past me,
i realize that life is like a subway, and we are all in a train of time..
Taking us to our destiny as destination,
I see time flash past me,
As man wonder in its quest for truth...
Questions like why where who what whose world is this...?
Its yours its mine..
let’s move in this train of time and make meaning to life....
Still sitting in front of the moving train wondering what next,
as i walk into the moving train,
I realize no turning back..
I wave goodbye to my present,
as the train moves past me..

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