The moment I realized

I was wrong all along.

There’s a twist,

Something I’ve failed to see.

Let me explain:

I get up early,

Take the taxi to school

I hate taxis, so

I don’t do that

in the afternoon.

Around 2-3 I take the subway.

And that is actually

an improvement,

So I thought.

A better choice

Than those stinking cabs.

But it’s a Tyler Durden thing.

What if I’m actually

a taxi driver?

Let’s think.

Could the subway

commute home,

Be after I changed shifts

with my partner?

And why would I hate taking

Taxis so much,

If it wasn’t my job?

And why do I know

All the Hong Kong oldies?

No one listens to them

Except for us cab drivers.

Maybe I even smoke;

I stink of cigarettes

At the end of the day.

Like an ashtray, I reek.

It sticks in my nose

And clings to the shirt.

..which is always smudged,

As the gravy dripped

Suddenly, I assume,

When I slammed

On the breaks.

All those people

I see and meet

Are meer passangers.

How did this happen?

When did I reach this point?

I seem to remember,

Going through a phase,

Aggravated anxiety about

how things will be.

Must have got my hands

on the keys then.

Hey!...And I AM a terrible driver!

At least I don’t need

To worry about parking,

As I never stop for long.