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Street Car  

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Waking to the sound of a street car outside the window
People walking on the streets right outside the door
Feeling their way to their next destination.

Life in the city is so different than that
Of the small towns surrounding this vast metropolis.

I teeter back and forth on where it is I belong.
I love the quiet solitude of life in my small town
When all you hear are the sounds of birds and occasional dogs barking in the distance.

When I’m submerged in city life
The hustle and bustle of cars and people
Bring energy and curiosity
It is so overwhelming.

The unfamiliar, my need to explore this noise
This over the top vibration
That rattles the streets and old giant buildings from long ago.

People - they will stare? Will I be safe?
The pain of the anxiety constricts every muscle
Until I am frozen, unable to move from my seat.

This is life and I am afraid to live it!
My mind charges and exhaustion sets in.
I go nowhere and life
And around me it goes on.

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