The Improbable Day


The Improbable Day

Sets memories again

I can hear them rolling inside my head.

The trains rolling down the track

Differences between silence and the awakening of honking cars.


I feel helpless to this fact.

My blood is flowing in my veins but there is the possibility of vulnerability

The train that rolls

Assurance that the train will not go up in flames


You never would think of a city so big,

but yet full of so many questions.

Can I pass the test?

Can I make it?

On this improbable day.


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