It's just a short hop to the bus stop
and so I'm taking my time to make
up a rhyme,
mine is the long drop which is fine
if you have a head for heights,
watching lights flash before my eyes,

I must cash in on the sunrise
catch a few rays
make the most of what's left of
what's left of the ghost
of my
days.

bringing me back to the short hop
the be all and end all at
the last stop,
somewhere
around
every corner.