The subway station is cold and narrow
But the staircase is just ahead.
No more corners, maps, or the like,
Just the light at the top of the stairs.
They say this city is filled with dreams.
Desires that may not even exist yet.
Dreams that have yet to be achieved,
or so the glow in front of me says.
The wonder builds as the ambiguous light at the top of the
Subway station stairs get brighter.
These steps are a two way street of
May this light soon turn into
Tranquil parks, and
The bright light I see in front of me is the glow of the city.
32 steps and I'm home.