And I sprinted through those underground tunnels
Ran up the stairs past the people, stagnant,
On the escalator to my right
Only to get stopped at the elevator
And arrive at the same time:
They, calm and blank-faced;
about it all.
But then I looked in the mirror
(one I was holding, this time,
Not him, Not them, Me!):
I saw my pink cheeks
The flash in my eyes
And I know
I'd rather run to my destination
Than stand still, letting something else power my way up.
At least I ran.