The lights guide my way, but I am a flightless bird weighed down by expectation.
Many have written their thoughts on the wall of misfits, but few understand my grounded predicament.
I look up at the buildings I’ll never soar over, and time cemented in brick whose unwavering tick clips my wings.
Finally there’s a little air to breathe.
The board shows my train is leaving the station, and, although I will not be flying to my next destination, the journey of the flightless bird carries on.
