As my fare goes in
As I run down those stairs
As I stand & wait in the cold
I feel the wind from the train running through my hair
It's like that feeling I get when you look in my eyes
Making me feel grown, but still acting like I'm six
How much longer? How many more stops?
Because I can't wait. I'm hyper like I'm six
As the lights fade in & out
As the people step in & off
As my phone searches for signals
I anticipate just getting off
Knowing
Feeling
Sensing
That a little piece of heaven is waiting for me to get off...
I'm home.
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