Let’s not wait for the next one
The next bus
The next trip
The next day
It’ll breeze pass just the same,
now my hairs gone white
Wishing I had done life with all my might
I’ll stand there
On top of this mountain peak,
eyes shut,
feeling the breeze
Wandering souls pass my ear
whispering of a life longed and gone
Souls down from valleys, I am soon to become,
carried by the wind never to step foot here again
When the lights go out, I stand in earnest.
Waiting for the clock to tick again.
Eagerly, He handed me a note.
how was your next?
Fisheye Café 