This is my stop

You missed it

If I have to get off somewhere else I don’t know where I will be

I know this stop

My home and livelihood are right near there

What do you mean, “I can’t turn around?”

What will I do if I get out at the next stop?

Will I have to ride for eternity?

I think you intentionally kept me trapped here.

Wait? It’s okay. This one is closer to my vision.

 

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