Poetry
1 min
This is the Bay
Eloisa Lin
Windows shudder and shake and
Snores of a fellow passenger keep me painfully awake and
The acrid smell of smoke bursts in through the window
But there is a glimpse of a dream I know.
Snores of a fellow passenger keep me painfully awake and
The acrid smell of smoke bursts in through the window
But there is a glimpse of a dream I know.
A dream is a fickle thing and
I am familiar with rejection's sting and
I know nothing is as it seems
But this is a place of dreams.
The midnight ride comes almost to an end and
I can hear my neighbor's hopes from around the bend and
Fear is ever present in my screams and shouts
But for a moment, there is no room for doubts.
Terror slams into me as I hear the horn of the BART and
I hesitate, I worry, I do not know where to start and
Yet my excitement, my joy, and myself I cannot betray
For I know my dream, and this is the Bay.
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