Skyline

Metal bars scrape together 

Sounds of thunder come crashing towards me 

My pumpkin carriage 

For a princess in dirty sneakers 

And sleepless nights in her eyes 

The neon lights and scraping sounds did not matter 

This was the calmest time of day 

Everyone shared a respectful silence 

For the only scenery that can be seen 

In the forest of glass and beams 

Glistening in the evening sun 

Music could not even justify the feeling 

Of falling asleep on the E

Watching the sun go down 

And forgetting all your responsibilities 

Before the clock strikes your stop’s name 

And you’re back in the rattling metal subway cart

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