They Have A Head Start On Knowing Your Soul

The blur-lane,

against the grain,

you weren’t designed to fit in

but now you’re racing

toward a head on collision,

sure about this decision?

There are other ways to handle

your quirks and idiosyncrasies.

Graffiti them on the train sides,

instead of taking the train on.

Yell them aloud, at the metal walls,

feeling the reverberating echoes jilting.

Soon, someone silently steps by, beside the shadows of the night,

who hears and understands you.

That person is your home.

They’ve known you forever,

even though they stand in silky silence.

They have a head start on knowing your soul,

because they weren’t designed to fit in either.