"This man is a fool" the voice echoed through the darkness
en route from Penn Station to Flatbush, Home is in the projects...
the hustle, the struggle, individuals dreaming the same dream
something outsiders can't see, the stereotypes that came clean.
it's life, it's crazy... taking on all that's been known to come
close enough to take everyone with us when the doors open up.
a second home to some, to others it gets them from point 'a' to 'b'
a chance to change the scene, to avoid the rush hour & take a seat..
'relax', a moment to take everything in, as the scene rolls by
don't give in to uncertainty, or the ad's your self esteems controlled by..
your whole life is based on perspective, how you take in your environment
a scientist, breaking down the natural order in its deepest confinements.
confide with silence if you feel your route holds a higher standard
in the depths, where humanity is 'real'. it shows in the surprise & laughter.
where better times are captured, and others are just caught in transition
eventually...all of my doubts & my judgement's were 'lost' in that instant
I'm in awe, realizing I've achieved the dream I always wanted...
as I took my first photo as a new photographer for NY Times column...
