Yishun MRT(Mass Rapid Transport) Train Staion, I despise thee

Yes, I devote my time to writing about train stations.

Yishun MRT, the bane of my existence.
You are like a fountain, nay, a backed up toilet.
Out of your depths, spew forth the masses,
forever in disarray.
Your tide is predictable, every 3
minutes, a tsunami descends.
Your waters when calm, if ever
are they calm, permit me insight into the strangest occurrences.
If my life is the fire
and the wand, then you, Yishun MRT station,
are the cups and the
water. The four of cups, that is what you
are. The desolation and utter loss
of all hope within one's heart. And yet,
also the embodiment of hope
unseen. For you show me the light of hope, home, at the end
of every day. Death
in the morning, but born anew
come evening. Holly to Oak, the Kings inversed,
and seasons
change. To die with the rise
of the Pheonix, and to rise when it
falls. Yisun MRT station, I love
you, yet I despise you. Look what
you have made me, a creature
of the night. Or rather, are you
an embodiment of what I
have become? If so, then allow me to embrace
you for being my
mirror, and letting me
see the depths of my
soul. What am I saying, you're
an just inanimate object.

Author's Note

Take note of the theme of disembodiment.