"Cold morning breeze," by Sydney W.

The sky is pale and sleepy gray 

Cold air brushing

My shoes hit the sidewalk 

Fast as i rush through the quiet street 

 Car whoosh loudly past me 

their light flashing bright and quickly

The wind stings my hand 

And my breath come out like smoke 

My trains screeches down 

The tracks doors sliding out

With a dang, 

I reach out, but miss it again,

I watch it disappear into distance 

I stand there in the chilly morning

The city light all around me 

Feeling small and tired