Wanderer Soul

breathing in the stench of dead rats

moving quickly before the door shuts

while you're pacing across the ground 

that's smothered in cigarette butts

history is in the making and

there sits a one hit wonder,

but you wouldn’t notice

them in that moment since

they were a regular bystander

in the carrier over awaits

a passionate romance

and the independent author

who writes freelance

a dreamer in the shadows,

there reclined the observer

maybe the look in their eyes

gave away that they’ve 

seen someone be murdered

there’s also the college bound student

and the individual tripping out on

drugs who is unreservedly clueless

conversing with strangers,

the artist in attempts to share 

their works with the public

in exchange for the possibility of a

mainstream label hearing their music 

resting at the end of their shift from

a day spent of being a hard worker

tourists are from all over,

everybody here is a traveler

Have you seen the latest indie film? 

there’s that new and upcoming actor

there's also the businessman 

dressed up like a candy wrapper

being stuck inside my mind frame

is like riding the underground train

the electrical current passes

through neurons in my brain

like they're carrying an

overabundance of freight

as the train moves faster,

it increases my heart rate

you're another person 

that fills up the space 

and somehow, the train

is our secret hiding place

- Leah Rae