Express Way


I ride the express way because it is the only way I know.

I sit on a bench full of euphoric hearsay's.

All the while holding on to the steel pole that is my heart

So I do not teeter-totter over and fall.

This routine is repetitive day in and day out,

But I ride this route to relieve myself of taunting thoughts.

On this express way I find myself surrounded

By unlimited possibilities,

By timeless tales told by strangers,

 And by the endless couples who whisper sweet nothings to one another.

I am fascinated with this path that I have taken,

And even though I might choose to get off at a wrong stop

I have the privilege of getting on the express way again.

I chose to ride this road

Because it is the only way I know how

To express myself.


MVP-Most Valuable Poet

very expressive

you live to write

you write to live

let your voice be heard

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