Dawn to dusk
subway's unrest
thousands of legs
approaching everyday
choosing different path
in the accomplishment of same dream
thousands of staring eyes
filled with new hopes and dreams
half of life has gone
swiping the metro card
and in one blink
gray hair and death welcomes you
In a glimpse, magic age has gone
all you can recall are just memories
the years swept too quickly in the quest of life
and you will be gone without leaving any further clue.
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