The Only English Poem I Wrote Before

I guess there are a lot of mistakes and misusing of the words in this poem, or maybe it totally doesn't look like a poem at all. Anyway, still it is the only English poem I ever wrote.

It was written in a metro in Paris in 2008, and the photo was taken in a metro in Beijing in 2007.



METRO

Who's so quiet on the train
Where to be the end of your travel
When you decided to fly away
Why no one can see the wings in shape

How many metros on this world
From those cities' hearts straight and until
How many stars vanishing in cosmos
So faraway for their lonely lights to travel

But why you stick to chasing those bright
We all know planes are just around the planet drawing circles
If that's the sad point on train you are still
If with this reason you live underground inside nameless metros
...

But really
Where is the destination for you to go
Is there blue enough for your blues to fuse
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