I was down at Union Station feeling vibrations when some man walked by singing a song about moving along his hands full of compact discs singing aloud unaware of the risks called creativity and pencil. How can one man and his walkman be such a symbol of ecstasy walking right next to me like a doctors historectomy some call it oblivious i call it obvious what hundreds can not do one can and that happens to be a music man down in a train station happy inflation all because hes singing a song and in my head im singing along because everyone has to respect a man who has the power to spread joy