Final Destination

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Let by gones be by gones

In 5 o'clock rush hour

I briskly step one foot in front of the other onto this temporary stalled vessel

Turn the corner and steadily dash

My eyes for a seat

Hearing the playground chatter of the school boys n girls

in blue/gray uniform

The politicking of busy

Bizniz suit professionals

the gossip chicks

Standin 3feet from me hanging on to the railing

sulking over relationship dramas

Got Lucky to find a seat next to the silence of the woman I have something in common with

Just to sit n enjoy the ride to our final destination

I tune out the worlds underground chaos and

Plug in my divine stillness n tranquility deeply infused with the divine and my being of the day

these moments I breathe n live for

The time to rejuvenate my nervous system about the decisions to be made and the conflict within myself

Asking questions to unravel the answer

"Knock and the door will be answered" I know

But where is the door ?

am I so congested with the now cluttered transit

Squeeking wheels of despair carrying loads of fragile bodies

With fragile minds

With thumb punching commuters wrestle to find wifi underground the tunnel to enlightenment

Is this what we hope or seek?

The light source to travel effortlessly in motion again!

I choose to plug in to the darkness n sit here in silence

Wait for the light to which my body frees itself without a doubt I will arrive to the conclusion

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