poetry

The 14:10 train to Amsterdam Centraal

There’s a certain kind of freedom

That comes with jumping on a train

Alone.

Albeit,

A freedom that has an exact date,

Time,

And a popular destination-

But is freedom, non the less…

And I didn’t so much as jump,

As I did shuffle quietly on board.

But as I sit with my fellow passengers-

Or what few are left-

I feel free;

As the view blurs on my right

Outside a fingerprinted window,

I feel free-

Not powerful,

Not invincable,

Not unique,

Just able to go places.

And I think that’s all the freedom

I need.

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