Early mornings paired with an iced coffee blend

Busy streets, long lines, and cramped cars

All rushing to reach their destination’s end

Needing to rush to the LRT Station

Climbed up the slippery steep stairs

Trying to catch my breath from great exhaustion

Never noticed a thousand lines on the floor

Some straight, some curved, and some broken

The damaged tiles are not restored any more

People bumping through each other to beat time

The heat, the sweat, and the loud sounds

No room to breath and space is not even mine

All rushing to get to their destination

Should I turn right, turn left, or straight

Perhaps, I should take my time in motion

I’ve always wondered where the lines will lead me

Lines staring back closely at me too

Is the floor lines the guide for making me free