The joy of not wearing a seatbelt
Today, I travelled in a local train.
My mind went out with glee.
Today, I travelled in a local train.
Six months later you see.
Today, I travelled in a local train.
I enjoyed the crowd.
Today, I travelled in a local train.
Emptied my mind aloud.
For six months, I took an uber.
To travel in the city.
For six months, I took an uber.
To save some money for me.
For six months, I took an uber.
For hours in traffic.
For six months, I took an uber.
How crazy can that be.
For an year, I worked on a project.
No, not two or three.
For an year, I worked on a project.
A dream since I was sixteen.
For an year, I worked on a project.
I am now in the core team.
For an year, I worked on a project.
I cannot believe.
The joy of not wearing a seatbelt.
Feels wild, and free.
The joy of not wearing a seatbelt.
Feels like a local maybe.
The joy of not wearing a seatbelt.
Opens the mind for me.
The joy of not wearing a seatbelt.
I might meet god instantly.
P. S: The joy of not wearing a seatbelt.
Try it only in a train.