Metro.

Oh how i love to see a beautiful poem on the back of metro cards!
They call it Poetry in Motion
Its the least the MTA could so charging a dollar for a new card!
Here's the beauty on the back of my unlimited:

The Good Life
By Tracy K Smith 1972

When some people talk about money
They speak as if it were a mysterious lover
Who went out to buy milk and never
Came back, and it makes me nostalgic
For the years I lived on coffee and bread,
Hungry all the time, walking to work on payday
Like a woman journeying for water
From a village without a well, then living
One or two nights like everyone else
On roast chicken and red wine.

Now read it again. 

This was my initial thoughts after I just reread it:

What are we running towards? 
Eeverything you need is right here, right now. 
Because all we really have is right now. 
Right now and the memories of past nows. 
Right now with the people in our present. 
With the beauty of today. 
Today being a miracle to still be breathing this air that is to temporary.  

We're forever unfililled

"we're forever unfilfilled."

forever unsatisfied.

forever thirsty for SOMETHING.
Sex. Affirmation. Love. Food. Sex. Sleep. Repeat.

but every life has the same end - death.

we die unfulfilled.
or perhaps we carry on.
who knows.

The point is to live in the this feeling your feeling now.
Pay attention and take note because soon it will all change.
It will change and change and then change again til your dead.

So all life is is embracing the change and pondering the past, looking for hidden lessons or messages beneath the reality. To make sense of you life, so that its one not wasted.

beauty is wasted on the youth.
an evolved mind, that a beauty of a different kind.
Like one who can understand the heart of another mind.
How to nuture as to affirm
how to supply comfort
to distract
to connect and lean back.

life dont come easy to the rich or the poor
money cant solve all the riddles soon in store
best we can do is love and pretend
that it can be enough to have these years with a friend.

travel alone

How can I know your love is one I  can be sure of?

Songs of romance only gives me false hope that two people can actually stay in love.

We live in too selfish of a world, where to ask one to stay is just as selfish as trying to leave

why did all these fairytales forget to mention their based off makebeleive?

I had a love once that never had time to grow.

It died by the winter time and I still mourned it till two summers ago.

I had hoped a new love would bloom in its place, but instead friendship has done well to lead me to this fate

I may be destined to travel alone

something just as beautiful, if not more poetically toned.