Backseat taxi tunes
Smell of rancid air-freshener
Fill my lungs as I gaze
Unto the claustrophobic horizon
Of roads, trees and cars
Whizzing by
The lives of the people who I pass by
Seem insignificant
But they are as much as a protagonist
in their gameplay
As I am in mine
And as much as a fleeting moment
As they are in mine
When the backseat taxi tunes
Echo
Around the world
And back to me.
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Poems I made
PoesiaThe poems I make up both in the bathroom and during school/study time (oh god the first few are the worst)[This is mostly for me to keep track of my poetry progress and how many poems I've made]
