Isolated Subway

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The unexpected face of an expected stranger offers no comfort,
just a familiar feeling met when the distance is spaceships,
Except, this galaxy holds no stars that provokes the dropping of jaws, or wonders that inspire awe,
No, it simply is floating on a comet heading for a black hole and strangely hoping for it to give something back.

Lucid visions are created with no extra curricular available while the city sleeps,
A few Toms' peep willingly to uncover the secrets,
Its as if we're searching for infidelity but we ourselves are the infedel.
Its creepy, how your voice echos, the hollow subconscious escaping with its content,
Doing anything in this chaotic world,
It fits right in with its personality but ironically stands right out,
So when the doors open the abyss of the city looks like a black hole.
We just step right in.

City lights are like eyes watching without blinking,
Cars drive by holding unsure fates,
What ever happens is by reason, pious! Contradictions inflate than soar to the heavens where my space is close to the moon,
The dark side I may add, the blacker the bad,
If my music is sad forgive me. At least tears won't fall in space and you can't hear my music at all!
So when drivers and passengers heckle there is no need for rebuttal!
Unorthodox mumbles of speech brings laughter to bring a sense of being to this moment.
Its not that bad under the rain,
And stay with me as I draw surreal images like Dali,
The clouds are disguised at night under a hoody of the world,
Than shoots at everybody even if their umbrella is bulletproof,
The walk is misguided by the ill minded, sick, pretentious thoughts of anything,
If only a friend were around,
But its just you all alone from a subway cart to the walk home and honestly,
Its pretty damn typical.