#EunoiaExpress

Amidst dusk's hush, I trudge through muck,
A humdrum rut, a murmur stuck.
With lungs so numb, I gulp and suck,
This subfusc world, so much to pluck.

The sun ascends, a hint of luck,
The drumbeat thumps, my heart's unstuck.
I trust the thrust, I thrust the trust,
Adjust, I must, no fuss, robust.

But trust can rust, and turn to dust,...