astronomy•poetry

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put the MP3 on shuffle

as you wait for the train to come.

and your favorite singer comes on.

you tend to get lost into the nostalgic sound of the singers voice

like you always do.

you pay close attention to the lyrics

because very much thought were put into them

they came from another heart 

from a 32 year old woman or a 16 year old boy

they had to come from somewhere.

your still listening the music and you start to study the people walking past you.

there's an older woman who looked lost,

across from you a young mother and a screaming baby

there's the 13 year old girl over there, who constantly pulls on her sleeves

and the 45 year old man talking on the phone, chuckling.

lyrics come from average people

who do average things

at not so average times.

and now, over the faint voice of the Ed sheeran you decided to play

your train has arrived at the station.

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I hate myself sometimes