Static Repetition

A weary soul

A lone traveler speaks

Of roads of despair

Endless, lost, and meandering

With each weary step

Echoes a tail of sorrow

Of lives cracked and broken

A reflection of shattered dreams

The routine misery, footsteps echo, naive

Kind, syncing beat, patterns of rush

Sleepless, drowning, led by a dream

A vast tapestry, diversity

In the quiet hum of dawn, when the city

Is but a silhouette waking skies

Symphony begins, not orchestrated

Entranced by the steady pulse of wheels on steel

The melodious chimes of bells

The murmurings encase

Shuffle to the platform

Owned by the daily opus

Cityscape rapidly pass, everchanging spring

New optical conclusion

Trees cast shadows, swaying

Offering a calm

Silent rhythm to soothe

Discomfort

In the quiet hum of dawn, when the city

Is but a silhouette waking skies

Symphony begins, not orchestrated

Entranced by the steady pulse of wheels on steel

The melodious chimes of bells

The murmurings encase

Shuffle to the platform

Owned by the daily opus

Symphony of light

And sound