Bus 091606
I didn’t search but it happen
The ride of my life begin
At the time I expect less
Joy of my heart that I miss
The travel start with less care
To all people that may bother
Minding no one but our direction
Praying and wishing to our intention
Swaying slow when the path was curvy
Holding still and strong as we like to be
Thinking not there is a mess and maybe an end
As we both know solutions were at the bend
But the rides change course
And the direction a bit coarse
The bus didn’t stop as well
But slows down to take you in other rail
It runs empty now with failed guarantees
In a road with a heartache of carriages
Wishing that someday the seat will be filled
With another story of love and promises.
Other posts by aeroland003
Share this post with friends





