I take the Red,
watching people sometimes,
wasting time
as above me now
people live their lives.
The sound of an approaching train,
The sounds of people all around,
we rush as the doors part,
as strangers on a train
we leave here for somewhere.
We’re all going somewhere,
different places, we’re searching for something.
I seek my identity in the days spent traveling,
others seek purpose in the stars,
but my seeking is done on the journeys
from place to place
living my life.
I’m on the 4 heading East up Santa Monica,
sky is growing dark with time
as I find myself in the travels of life.
These words from memories,
now I’m so far from these places traveled.
Now, I seek myself when I’m alone in my room
listening to song after song
as the hours pass me by.
Jason Whitaker 