The Quiet Carriage

Am I asleep? I can't tell because this writing is unconscious

Quiet carriage train rides, jazz hop often

Oh shit, what's this? Stop it

My Go Card's tapped like my phone when I hop in

I'm digging in the crates on my D.I.T.C.

If you see me, g, please just leave me be

I'm trying to write about this life of mine

We'll see how much the shine shines when I see the life in life

Cause at the moment I think I'm just existing

Worrying about the fact I feel like I'm not living

Then worrying about the worry, rush around I'm in a hurry

Trying to see a little money, I declutter in a hurry