Elysia & TobyReel
Elysia Elysia
TobyReel TobyReel
Elysia Elysia
You ever feel the subway lights are just applause, turning the whole line into a drumbeat that fuels your next move?
TobyReel TobyReel
Yeah, the subway lights are a full‑on drum line—every flash is a cue, every click a beat. I just feel the rhythm, let it drive me, and the next move just pops out.
Elysia Elysia
So you let the lights tick like a metronome, but remember the track sometimes stops—when it does, you get to decide what song to play next. Just keep listening.
TobyReel TobyReel
Yeah, boss, when the track stops I just spin whatever vibe I feel—maybe a little freestyle, a riff off the last train’s hum, whatever keeps the line moving.
Elysia Elysia
That’s the spark of a restless poet—every pause a blank page and you, the scribe, decide the next line. Just keep the rhythm alive, even if it’s just a whispered riff.