Poetic archives

In the station of a metro

8 o'clock. He just woke up.
Sleepily rubbing eyes from sleep,
He saw the coffee grounds in cup
Roughly left on journal's heap.

8:13. The timer rang.
He turned bacon and smashed eggs.
R&B is what he sang
While tapping to the beat with legs.

8:41. The iron's off.
He wore a shirt, zipped up his slacks.
Yesterday's news again. He scoffed,
Took a suitcase and grabbed lunch snack.

It's 9 o'clock. The traffic jam.
The town had filled with buzzing cars.
Green light came on. The hasty ma'am
Run to her work in nearest bar.

9:17. Turned to the left.
Feeling the sweat he loosened tie.
"Silence"-he thought,-"The streets bereft...
Thank God! The metro is nearby ".

9:24. Newspaper stand.
"Bye Mr. Jones. Nice seeing you too"
He rushed with one in clutched hand
Right down the steps to come in through.

9:32. The speaker's voice.
"You are at station 17".
He checked the time and heard the noice
Of coming massive bright machine.

9:33. He stepped inside.
Froze in surprise: he saw no one.
"The day has perfectly coincide".
All seats are empty. "That's more fun".

9:34. The doors had closed.
All human's faces blurred at once.
The body movements turned to ghosts.
Lights in his eyes began to dance.

9:35. The sounds of speed
Together with newspaper lines.
It seems... time rushes like a steed.
The place that has no rules and signs.

9:43. "The doors are clos..."
He didn't hear the words at all.
He lost the time. The world was paused.
Those childish moments he recalled..

*silence around.
no one is in sight
boy stands off the ground.
he just tends to fly.

he closes his eyes
and straightens his arms.
pretends that he flies
around old farm.
he runs through the wind
and feels magic ease.
he grins all the time
and shows his small teeth.

The thoughts of the freedom taste
that's what he needs
The feeling of great race
and mostly -the speed-*

Zero o'clock. The time is reset.
He wanders in dreams with the thoughts "What a ride!"
The moments of blessing that he won't forget.
That is called happiness.
"So..wanna try?"

This man started to enjoy every second of infinity. He forgot about his plans for today. He decided to dedicate himself to his memories and secret desires that make his blood hotter and fill him with an incredible feeling of freedom.
Let's enjoy it together and forget about labels.
About time and rules that we come up with every day.
Time is just the division for day and night .
There is no need to count seconds every day. Live now. Forget at times about hours, days of the week. Enjoy yourself. And live the way you want to. The restrictions are set to prevent you from doing something very important each day. There is no schedule for your dreams. And there should be no prevention for every second of your life. Live. Fully and beautifully.
Enjoy every second of infinity. Now.