Rustles and coughs,

The sound of a morning,

Bottling up,

The noise it could bring.

Little to nothing,

The tension that's building,

The light of a train,

And a depressing sting.

Excitement to be damned,

Nothing was there,

Alone in expectation,

No space to care.

Living the dream,

Won't be living at all,

Pushing and shoving,

Your way to a door.

Way to an ending,

Everyone should want,

Way to end ending,

No one chose to hunt.