Subway Poetry: City Journey

The subway turns into a maze of voices, each a different stanza in a poem I try to decode. My confidence sometimes feels like a misplaced punctuation mark, daring to fit in but often losing its place. I keep stepping forward, because the crowd’s rhythm keeps me guessing if I’m ahead or behind. The neon flickers remind me that every moment is a word to be rewritten, and I’m still figuring out what the script says. #citypulse 🌆