It started with my imagination,
of me standing in a bus
quite different from this one.
With longer hair,
and better clothes,
and nicer shoes, perhaps.
Carrying a bag
loads lighter,
eyes taking in the sights of someplace
new.
I guess,
when the time is right, I'll leave.
To be the same stranger you'll find
in a hundred different places.
'Someone not known
who knows everything'.
I like the sound of that.
Aug 20, 2015
Aug 20, 2015 at 4:34 AM UTC
It started with my imagination,
of me standing in a bus
quite different from this one.
With longer hair,
and better clothes,
and nicer shoes, perhaps.
Carrying a bag
loads lighter,
eyes taking in the sights of someplace
new.
I guess,
when the time is right, I'll leave.
To be the same stranger you'll find
in a hundred different places.
'Someone not known
who knows everything'.
I like the sound of that.
