The Awaiting Passenger
Kevin Nguyen
I’m Santa, with a hunchback
And a big sack.
Except mine’s not full of treasure
But knee dropping weight of pressure.
Parents sacrificed
to give me a better life,
I’m their stock
that they’re waiting to see rise.
All eyes on me
like a Christmas tree.
But I’m just a bum
who lives off his dad and mom.
Staying in the land of laziness,
away from the mystery train station.
Where the tracks lead to cities
of opportunities
but the trains have no windows
and the engineer is me.
The trains always send me an invitation.
I reply by hiding in my phone
sitting next to the shame
like a plant afraid of the sun.
All the mistakes I’ve made, live as billboards
in my head. All the obstacles I see,
are only visible to me.
The shoes I wear
brings up millions of paddles
while I remain the same, statue grey.
Picture someone else in your shoes
And lived your life better than you.
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