Sitting in another rush hour traffic jam,
Watching the inbound traffic cruising past me and away,
I look at their blank faces
And I wonder, do I look the same?
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I like the final ennui: 'I cared more deeply once, but time grows old,
I'm just going home now.' Life and death on the crowded fairway, stasis, a good metaphor for the jading of life. Lots to analyze here. Nice, Fiona.
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I like the final ennui: 'I cared more deeply once, but time grows old, I'm just going home now.' Life and death on the crowded fairway, stasis, a good metaphor for the jading of life. Lots to analyze here. Nice, Fiona.